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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Ancient Evil of the Darkness
[time] => 2004-01-23 17:31:50
[hometext] => please comment
[bodytext] => Grey smoke on the water White ash in the air Crisp winds, briskly blowing Onyx blackness in my hair Darkness peering from my eyes Evergreens in downy white Chimneys roll out puffs of smoke All-seeing embers glowing with a hellish light Sweet, soft serenity beheld In this land so cold yet merry I watch the beauty of it all From the hilltop, a place of bury The sun drifts low And I pull my cloak tight Crosses shadow fall on the town As midday turns to night Houses are lit well within Merry making last till mitternich Lights go out All doors left unlocked Sitting on a tomb of ice With excitement I grin and take a breath Twin, ivory points gleam Hungry with the anticipation of death A wind strikes my cloak as I descend the grave Slowly down the hill To the unsuspecting town Thirsting, soon to have my fill Sadistic glee rebounding in my thoughts I reach the first house and look inside A young, virgin maiden lay silently there The bloodlust refuses to subside I slip through the window without a sound Quietly I step over to her bed I reach out with my pale, smooth hand Gently I cradle her delicate head For a moment I stop to admire Her radiant face a glow with light The tender elegant neck, whispering her breath Begging to be touched with a gliding bite I lean forward, my heart pounding Her eyes flutter open, unaware of her plight Grinning softly, I tilt back her head The precious neck trembling with fright She’s so scared that she can’t scream “Don’t fear little one it will be alright.” This I whispered softly, enjoying myself I lunged for the bite As crimson blood flowed onto my tongue I heard her make a moan and low sigh Her breathing was fast like a horse in a race Sucking harder brought forth a pleasurable cry I finished the act, my hunger sated She lay still on the bed, smiling sweetly I crept out of town Hiding my path very discreetly Back atop the grave I sit and wait Blood residue wavering on my lip As I savor the metallic taste Winding and unwinding my leather whip Watching the quiet town awake Knowing that soon I would not be alone The church bell’s rings passing doom On the town with it’s ominous tune Satisfied that the deed is done And all is well With demonic fiery eyes glowing I disappear like a bat out of hell [comments] => 1 [counter] => 218 [topic] => 40 [informant] => TundraHydra [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => french [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => fantasy )
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