I once lived in the shadows,
like a candle in the night.
I was silent and shy,
yearning to fly.
The chains I built were
tough to break,
but one night
I decided to try.
Like a burning flame I took a breath
and I burned hotter than before
melting my chains so I can fly.
Never again will I let the shadows win,
for a vampire poet is supposed to be in line
writing a design behind her bat wings
flying high with the moon in the sky.
At the sight of darkness,
my shroud loom's, dark
and gloomy my words whisper to
you.
My words are like fire
they burn with desire
like my hunger burns
for a bite.
Shrouds of pages, memories
long passed but not forgotten.
For my soul is written in blood,
poetry I bleed not for you but
for me.
You are my victim
my readers delight
oh how I turn in my coffin
for such a night.
Come now, I won't bite
I'm the shroud of poetry
lingering in the room on red lips
whispering to the walls so you can read me.
COMMENTS
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Cadrewolf2
00:51 Aug 20 2024
excellent