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[title] => Tika The Mistress Of Darkness
[time] => 2004-04-22 22:46:13
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[bodytext] => Down in the valley, Under the moon that was all so bright The color was blood red, and it reminded me of death As the wind was starting to pick up You heard windows and doors, start to shut I have seen this many time’s before When evil came to settle a score But never before, has it come to our village And for sure there will be, a blood spillage Lives will be taken one by one, as evil comes The thunder starts to roar, and the lightning begins to flash And out in the distance, there was an awful crash I had began to run, looking for a place to hide Knowing that if I didn’t, I would for sure lose my life I began to pray to the Lord above Please God watch over my children, and my wife Keep them safe, and out of harms way And let them live to see another day In a shack near by, is where I will hide out for the night And continue to pray with all my might No more than five minutes of hiding out, in this shack You can hear the screams, as evil began to attack My hair began to rise, as the tears fell from my eyes My body feels like it’s being stabbed As icy chills fill my back I don’t dare to look out the door or window, so I look through a crack And there she stood all dressed in black Her eyes were as cold as steel, her lips were dressed in red And I knew it wasn’t long now, before I would end up dead Her strawberry blonde hair just fluttered in the wind As she stood there with a seductive grin Her razor sharp marbled fangs, had been stained of my villagers blood I know now that it is I, who she lusts As she started towards the shack, the sounds of her black boots On the cobblestone road, had made my body grow cold There was no where’s else to run, And I knew this wasn’t going to be fun As the door had opened, I had stared into those eyes Not realizing at that moment That she was Tika the mistress of darkness And that she was about to leave me lifeless For I had been hypnotized, from her cold and evil eyes She had, had me in a trance, There was nothing that I could do And then she had grabbed my hands, and kissed my lips This was a kiss of something new No matter how bad I wanted to leave, I could not move For I was falling for the mood She had sunk her teeth in real deep, and a crimson ecstasy I had seen As my soul slipped inside of her, and my body became weak The blood had dripped down to the floor As she began to take a little more Then like the flash of a light, my body became full of rage And I was like an animal, who was let out of it’s cage The taste of blood had become my friend Now for all eternity, I will thrive on the souls of Ireland With Tika the mistess of darkness, for that is now where my heart is Living off of the blood, and the lives of others Is something one could only imagine So be careful of where in Ireland you go For that is where I will roam, somewhere just outside of Dublin 2004 Copyright BY: Ronald William Smith [comments] => 2 [counter] => 151 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Rylo [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 7 [ratings] => 2 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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