Death an honor that is sublime,
Murder is not a crime;
A destroying angel without measure,
Cain the first to ply her pleasure;
A true killer without shame,
A soldier of fortune-seeking fame;
An appeaser who does not fear her,
Results in only bringing her nearer;
Spying out for any weakness,
Those who want her feigning meekness;
The strong man keeping her at bay,
Living to fight another day;
Going to lengths to avoid her vice,
Those who understand the price;
Hopeless for her and all is lost,
Are all those who forget the cost;
Killing done to see her face,
Dying while in her embrace;
A final victory will be won,
Until all her work is done;
When
FROZEN TEARS
She who is black appeared,
In the midst of sunshine;
Sweet as honey tasting my skin,
In the bright bitterness of morning;
Darkness creeps deceptively stalking,
With the blood moon rising high for a darker night;
She breathed heavily into that sky one last breath,
Black angel stealing away to where I can’t follow;
She who I adored the release is for her'
Whining for a nectar of tears;
Rivers run dry burning up,
Flame of fierceness in my eyes;
Desire is a plague of bittersweet memories,
No longer tempting me with the only wine I want;
Angel who is darkness embrace me tightly,
Seabirds song is all I hear;
Tears are frozen br
I, Dracula: Transformation into the Lord of Shadow by Jason-Zapata, literature
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I, Dracula: Transformation into the Lord of Shadow
By the Order of The Dragon I was knighted
To defend Wallachia and faithfully support
His holiness Pope Pius II’s crusade to thwart
The Turks who left Constantinople blighted
Crescent moons marked that land as benighted
Many prayed for the fall of the Ottoman Court
I never possessed a tongue for such a resort
Battle was the only psalm I wished recited
The Sultan’s claim of sovereignty I would refute
Treating his demands and envoys with disrespect
Turbans nailed to their heads had the desired effect
Of showing I held Mehmed’s authority in disrepute
Denying him the men and gold he took as tribute
The riches of Wall
Blood runs down the neck,
neck taste as smooth wine.
Friends become lovers,
lovers become food.
Night turns to day, day becomes dead.
Death is rebirth, rebirth is undead.
As the breath from his nostrils
Flares over the skin in my neck
It sends goose bumps
All over my body
My heart beats wildly
As he inhales my scent
His lips brush over my vein
Before he kisses the spot there
I feel his teeth gently
Gently scraping the tender flesh
A split second before his sharp
Sharp fangs sink in
I gasp as he pulls me closer
Closer into his deadly embrace
My hands glide up from his back
To the back of his head
As I pull him tighter still
To cradle him to me
I wanted this oh so badly
I wanted him to take
Take all of me
To drink me in
Every last drop
As soon I saw him across
Across the dance floor
I never could refuse a drop of red
to wash down evenings thick with stress and strife -
I never did believe that love is dead,
but love can never quench my thirst for life.
Warm lips are fine, and roving, needy hands;
there's satisfaction in a single night.
I never cared much, though, for one-night stands,
when hundreds of forevers hover right
beneath your skin. Before the sun appears,
I'll hush your frantic heart and drink your fears.
Please end my nightmare!
I can no longer endure
this unwanted curse.
Free my weary heart
from its prison of moonlight.
Strike and save us both!
Be strong love, I beg!
When morning comes hold me close
till I turn to ash.