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Blood Of My Blood
I dream a dream of light and night
Where the Vampire's Rome
In darkness and moonlit skies
There the stars approach
Fair to sight to thine eyes
Nor meek nor mire seeks
Only here shall they drink upon mystery
Beckoned through thy shadows
Deep within still woods
Dire things await thee
For thy brave fools who enter and,
dare cross thy thresholds of,
A forbidden path you cannot return from
Fear the trespass into their domain
A sanctuary were fowl things appear
You shall become vampire's prey
Here lies their home
In thy dome
On thy black throne
Awaiting for the next fool
Another shall be taken
In still woods forbidden
Too great for man to withstand
Beyond the perception of friend or foe
man can never know
Here evil,temptation,and sin begin
Vampires are incapable of love or mercy
They take no pity they are inescapable
Draining your youth your life your vary soul.
Where the Vampire's Rome
In darkness and moonlit skies
There the stars approach
Fair to sight to thine eyes
Nor meek nor mire seeks
Only here shall they drink upon mystery
Beckoned through thy shadows
Deep within still woods
Dire things await thee
For thy brave fools who enter and,
dare cross thy thresholds of,
A forbidden path you cannot return from
Fear the trespass into their domain
A sanctuary were fowl things appear
You shall become vampire's prey
Here lies their home
In thy dome
On thy black throne
Awaiting for the next fool
Another shall be taken
In still woods forbidden
Too great for man to withstand
Beyond the perception of friend or foe
man can never know
Here evil,temptation,and sin begin
Vampires are incapable of love or mercy
They take no pity they are inescapable
Draining your youth your life your vary soul.
Published 21st Oct 2012
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21st Oct 2012 5:32am
23rd Oct 2012 2:21am
Here lies their home
In thy dome
On thy black throne
Monsters kept alive in our imagination? Good camouflage.
They're onto us and strive for peak location? We're food. They evolved.
Beyond impure they writhe at our entertainment? They should. An enemy never solved.
The renunciation of the disavowed. Careful pronunciation of what's not allowed. Be wary and still when making statements out loud.
Vlad Tepes. Glad step to this. Ruled as Prince Dracul? Son of the Dragon, undone, 'cuz we bagged him?
History misses his bloody spree. So we lack our fill for sure. Like the facts on Zodiac Killer. They come back, not just in movie thrillers.
But in fiction, whatever edition of vampire they allllllways seem riiiiiiight at home.
In thy dome
On thy black throne
Awaiting for the next fool
Baiting to take him to school.
Brooking their sin, I shook within when first I saw this rule in "Vampire in Brooklyn".
Even Eddie Murphy took the curse to the worst zone, burst upon the throne in the GHETTO ALONE?!
Renunciation of the disavowed? Education in what's not allowed is what makes survival's placement achieved and proud!
Deep within still woods
Dire things await thee
For thy brave fools who enter and,
dare cross thy thresholds of,
A forbidden path you cannot return from
Open the door? It's one you made. Even if like "Blade" it was to declare war, it eventually burns. Incrementally we all learn...
...what's hidden in the forbidden path nobody returns from.
Oh sure, there are frantic antics of those who can mangle and entangle like a tantric braniac with a nymphomaniac condition... no strain to change their position and escape the chains they were fit in and squeeze clean from the scene like you and me and Houdini...
but fuck frantic antics! Such arguments are pure semantics. Bullshit and academic. What's real is this, anarchists say "You have nothing to lose but your chains!"
Squeeze clean from the scene and entail to make like a jailbreak a new life and means? Lose those chains and you were still changed, stained, with an unexplained range of obstacles, options, unstoppable popping, improbable chops to sling! But that's not the main thing...
So near the pain, but it wasn't from fear I stressed restraint. Fecedia, I don't interfere with others beautiful paint... (I love your work White Rabbit)... but dutiful and trained I bring a musical reign to steer out of hot ash rain:
Fear the trespass into their domain
A sanctuary were fowl things appear
You shall become vampire's prey
This was where desire has the verse slayed.
Look inside first and the fireburst isn't just things we say.
I like warm warnings, even if they come a little late.
They take no pity they are inescapable
Draining your youth your life your vary soul.
Everyone has demons they're feeding. First victim is always the one within. Metamorphosis into vampirism begins with "Let the core cease to exist." This was wicked delicious to read, thank you!
In thy dome
On thy black throne
Monsters kept alive in our imagination? Good camouflage.
They're onto us and strive for peak location? We're food. They evolved.
Beyond impure they writhe at our entertainment? They should. An enemy never solved.
The renunciation of the disavowed. Careful pronunciation of what's not allowed. Be wary and still when making statements out loud.
Vlad Tepes. Glad step to this. Ruled as Prince Dracul? Son of the Dragon, undone, 'cuz we bagged him?
History misses his bloody spree. So we lack our fill for sure. Like the facts on Zodiac Killer. They come back, not just in movie thrillers.
But in fiction, whatever edition of vampire they allllllways seem riiiiiiight at home.
In thy dome
On thy black throne
Awaiting for the next fool
Baiting to take him to school.
Brooking their sin, I shook within when first I saw this rule in "Vampire in Brooklyn".
Even Eddie Murphy took the curse to the worst zone, burst upon the throne in the GHETTO ALONE?!
Renunciation of the disavowed? Education in what's not allowed is what makes survival's placement achieved and proud!
Deep within still woods
Dire things await thee
For thy brave fools who enter and,
dare cross thy thresholds of,
A forbidden path you cannot return from
Open the door? It's one you made. Even if like "Blade" it was to declare war, it eventually burns. Incrementally we all learn...
...what's hidden in the forbidden path nobody returns from.
Oh sure, there are frantic antics of those who can mangle and entangle like a tantric braniac with a nymphomaniac condition... no strain to change their position and escape the chains they were fit in and squeeze clean from the scene like you and me and Houdini...
but fuck frantic antics! Such arguments are pure semantics. Bullshit and academic. What's real is this, anarchists say "You have nothing to lose but your chains!"
Squeeze clean from the scene and entail to make like a jailbreak a new life and means? Lose those chains and you were still changed, stained, with an unexplained range of obstacles, options, unstoppable popping, improbable chops to sling! But that's not the main thing...
So near the pain, but it wasn't from fear I stressed restraint. Fecedia, I don't interfere with others beautiful paint... (I love your work White Rabbit)... but dutiful and trained I bring a musical reign to steer out of hot ash rain:
Fear the trespass into their domain
A sanctuary were fowl things appear
You shall become vampire's prey
This was where desire has the verse slayed.
Look inside first and the fireburst isn't just things we say.
I like warm warnings, even if they come a little late.
They take no pity they are inescapable
Draining your youth your life your vary soul.
Everyone has demons they're feeding. First victim is always the one within. Metamorphosis into vampirism begins with "Let the core cease to exist." This was wicked delicious to read, thank you!
29th Oct 2012 5:37am
WOW!I'm almost speechless and grinning.Thank you for your recognition of my work.I am so grateful.I respect your opinion of how you perceive how I write thank you so much for your vary soulful and kind words.I can't even begin to express my gratitude.:D Thank you so much it means the world to me LokiOfLiterati I am stunned and still almost speechless.To say the least I'm amazed.
24th Oct 2012 8:51am
An excellent poem, Blood Of My Blood is! It very much sings to me, and sings to me darkly in ways I very much like. You captured the spirit of the vampire well in your poem here! Quite well indeed.
29th Oct 2012 5:39am