Darkness Minds Horror Various Poets Anthology, Deb harman [online e reader txt] 📗
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“Vampire Passion.”
Flickering candles no shadows dance on the wall
Marble bodies In lustful passion arrayed
The embrace of the Vampire lust
displayedHands caress each body close
Warm the Vampiric touch on each
Bodies join passions' fires rise
Eyes ablaze as desires' rise and fire blazes
Fire blazes within the core that lives
Brown eyes blaze Into soft brown eyes No light but fire lingers there
Heat rising as the passions and desires grow
The ultimate taking blood from each other
Erotica now flows through the night air
Kissing lips and flames passion explodes
The lustful Desires shared by eternities'
damned
The night seems to be a living fireThe night of eternal Vampire Passion.
copyright© by michael clarke all rights reserved
House Of Ruins
House by old track yonder ruins of bricks and mortar ghostly is the essence ,Cold, Chilling in the airy the surface is by ground of spirits lurking darkness
Forseen in the light of moonlight ray ,dancing the ground upon the rain falling down in cool of midnight blue ,ash moon inhabit of nature
Is the allure of circles souls residing in the mortar, of house of ruins ,
By,
the town of old track road of dreams bend by the midnight blue ash moon temptation
To dance with the ghost of love by circles cue by the twilight moon you certainly do.
Dreaming connection by the house of bricks and mortar dripping ,does the candle of wax
Essence into the silence of ghostly old road track yonder by highway 89 ,by the follow of darkness
Blue ash moon is sleeping aura rays twilight .
House Of Ruins
copyright © By Deb Harman 18/12/2014
all rights reserved
imprisioned
Imprisoned
... where am I?It is so dark and tight...How did I get here and why?If I just some kind of light....
I hardly can move and breathing is also hard to doI feel like I don't need to prove succocating is nothing I want to go through
I need to just get out of hereI want to scream and goin my eyes I feel a tear and it is running down my face -but slow
again I close my eyes to get back some memory all I know is your lips on my necka sweet pain when you bit me I forgot all - and now I'm back...
My neck hurts - what? Blood there?Did you really bite?Why did I let you catch my stareright in the middle of the night?
I start to make myself some roomto at least turn around because if I stay I might find my doom there is already some other thing I found...
I can see better than usuall yand my ears hear more than they did before maybe I won't even need a light to see...but I also feel a hunger inside of me...for more
so I keep to punch my prison I scratch and dig my way out I don't care if I look like a body risen if air was not so little I'd even shout
earth is coming down on meI fight not to scream in fear I'm to close to setting myself free and I can already smell someone is near
I know it was you who were to followI know you can now feel my desire as I am out - I want your blood right now and you too will soon be a blood lusting vampire
copyright © by britta hoffmann all writes reserved 19/12/2014
Ghostly DarknessGhostly Darkness
A shadow of white moves darkness surface is cold and deary creaking shiver of fright moves your soul by darkness black by moon black wolves are prowling the woods block
A house of sanity omens cursed whispersby ghostly darkness circling the walls of mortar by the dripping dew drapes the window pails by the ancient old house by darkness woods of ghostly graves silent is the air by the river grim falls
By shadow of white moves darkness lights flicker trigger in sullen distill of daunting the tunnel in darkness hill the ghostly presence is their drifting by darkness by the shadows white under the moon by the woods of dripping dew mortar by grave site .
copy right © By Deb Harman 19/12/14 all rights reserved
Walk With Me
Walk with me
let me burn you with my fire your blood is my only desire I want drink it from your vein until you will feel insane
I can finally easy your pain when I will make you rise again make you drink my blood as well it's not a fairy tale to tell
I'll let you feel the nightin a way you've never knownbut you will be burned by the sunlightand you'll drink blood as I have shown
we will share eternityyou'll be the only one I seeI'll set the dark side in you freecome on and rise - and walk with me
copyright © by britta hoffmann all writes reserved 19/12/2014
The Curse
“The Curse.”
My beloved
Stand with me,
Ever my Love Shall you be.
The curse begins
This very night,
Change you mind
Before Loves' bite.
One last chance
Think It through,
I do wantTo be with you.
Yet my LoveYou can live,
My Love stillI will give.
The curse lasts
In dark divine,
The pain forever
A bitter wine.
An anguished heart
That never beats,
Cries blood tears
In bitter defeats.
Think you well
What you do,
To your heart Ever be true.
But I ask
My precious light,
Change your mind Live not night.
Now It's time
Choice Is come,
Say If you
Want It done.
Stay In light
Be not perverse,Choose
the light Not the curse.
What would you choose?
copy right© by michael clarke all rights reserved 18/12/14
Domain
Domain
Lure you in my domain
Like a puppet on string
Into my web of sultry prediction
Chanting into your soul
You will see in darkness
By the power of goth fortress
I am raw in your heart
I am passion in your dreams
Dressed by the black lace
Of knitted silk satin
by black my wings caped around you whole
Deep into you when you look
Into my eyes I predict you
As her eyes roll into back roll to white
Embraces the beat of lone heart you
Lady dominate chanting by the gothic kiss
You are her melody
Her solum prey for
The darkness night
To reside by your soul
Eternal.
DOMAIN ©By Deb Harman 16/12/14
Dreams
Dreams
Lay peacefully sleeping in the cool earth by the dark forest of the night of howling wolves of misty smoky ground ,
Dreams of love awakening in the enchanting magical of beauty twilight,
Catching whispers is the soul of dark melody of classic jazz plays sleepy in timeby the eight trees of chant simplicity
Dancing in the dreams in the realm of life in the heart of the dark moonlight lullaby hush by fauna will be the light
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