A match made in blood

by Brad Quammen   Aug 4, 2008


The moon is full
again I rise,yearning for your kiss
I have waited so long for one such as you
You will be mine...
We are a match made in blood

Skin like ice,heart of coal
The river of sticks flows aside the path I walk
leading me to you,my love,my queen...
We are a match made in blood

Alas I have found you
Hypnotized with a glance,
you yearn for me as I yearn for you
Tonight we dance the dance of death
Together forever until eternities end
"God" himself could not break this bond...
We are a match made in blood

As I look into your eyes,I can see the soul
yearning for my dark touch
captivating your very existence,
I sink in,tasting and feeling the water of life within you,
flowing into me,draining you whole...
We are a match made in blood

You and I are now one with the night
From this point on,
the moon shall rise only for us
for we are a match made in blood

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  • 15 years ago

    by Spoken Silence

    I've been waiting for this poem for a while, and FINALLY! yay its done.

    "The moon is full
    again I rise,yearning for your kiss
    I have waited so long for one such as you
    You will be mine...
    We are a match made in blood"

    I like how your writing this as the person, who you yearn for, is like an object but not. Very vampirish, which I love ;) I also like how you repeat the title in every last line of every stanza.

    "Skin like ice,heart of coal
    The river of sticks flows aside the path I walk
    leading me to you,my love,my queen..."

    This is my favorite stanza of all, in this poem. "The river of sticks flows aside the path I walk" GENIUS! pure and utter brilliance. Ohh yeah!!

    "Alas I have found you
    Hypnotized with a glance,"

    I like the way you said this, it sounds like your having a conversation with this person, this one you yearn for.

    "Tonight we dance the dance of death
    Together forever until eternities end
    "God" himself could not break this bond..."

    The dance of death. I liked that, it makes death sound so elegant and beautiful. Which sometimes it can be. depends how you look at it.

    "yearning for my dark touch
    captivating your very existence,
    I sink in,tasting and feeling the water of life within you,
    flowing into me,draining you whole...
    We are a match made in blood"

    Your description in this was very good. I could see this clear image as I read this.

    "You and I are now one with the night
    From this point on,
    the moon shall rise only for us
    for we are a match made in blood "

    Ahh, the turning point. And an amazing ending. Overall a very good poem. I enjoyed reading this and definitely a worthwhile wait.

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