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by Twisted Heart Jun 27, 2006
Dark, fantasy /
I hear his voice, he's calling me
Through the streets and in the wind
A soft seductive echoing
I hear it as it twists and bends.
My body rises from the bed
I slowly walk the path alone
As his call seers through my head
I find my way into his home.
The darkened stairs lead to his room
And as I walk with steps of doubt
I hear his voice in slumbered gloom
My breath comes raspy, in and out.
The breeze from opened windows drift
As heathen creatures here are born
In Satan's sanction comes the kiss
Of pungent breaches and bloody thorns.
The screeches loudly herald me
Into the depths of Hell I roam
Until I finally come to rest
Among the undead's catacombs.
by broken reflection
Fantabulous.... I love poetry and vampires, so when you combine the two so nicely, it makes me appreciate talent.... 5/5 keep it up!
by Mommy And Me
Once again speechless... your an exeltent poet
Awesome! I really like it, good work!
by ~yOu EnVy Me ~
This poem is scary and lovely well written 5/5!
by Timothy r
Wow!!! I felt like I was in the room waiting with him, fantastic write in every way, the flow was perfect, and visually my senses are reeling. Thanx for writing it. Tim