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[title] => The Tomb Of Eros De Monte - Part 1
[time] => 2004-12-12 13:03:49
[hometext] => This is only part 1 of 2 parts to The Tomb Of Eros De Monte.
[bodytext] => A bronze pickaxe chiseled at the sealed door, Every long minute Seif was getting closer He hacked at the door like a crazed thief Alas, as much as he picked at the door, It would not open, when he had give up, The door had opened, and choking dust had caught his breath Long since Seif had waited, He silently prayed to his god in great relief With his oil-lit lamp in hand, Seif walked the rotting, wooden path, As he walked, light gave life to walls, Etched with ancient, golden symbols A black crow bar lifted a heavy stone slab, Finally he had reached the sarcophagus of the tomb Seif’s heart skipped an excited beat His eyes traveled to the inside of the coffin All that was left, of this blood-drinking man, Were pale, gray ashes scattered across the coffin’s floor Suddenly a gust of blinding wind, sadly blew out the lamp Deadly laughter filled Seif’s sun burnt ears Stricken with awful panic, his orange eyes darted around A raspy voice whispered behind him, Awoken you have, the vampire, Eros De Monte His eyes widened as a frost breath grazed his neck Piercing fangs viciously dug into his neck, His blood gradually dripped down his fragile neck… Part 2, Soon To Be Posted [comments] => 2 [counter] => 172 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Crimson_Rose [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 0 [ratings] => 0 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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