The truth went away
And what you are left with now?
Perpetual lie

A Glampire!
As disturbing as a funeral pyre.

Wandering along the roads
In the nights, ******* lives by loads
With no care for any codes

Beauty she was
Now, she is as beautiful as a sin
Tempting men with her charms, and forms
They fell for her in flocks

Lured them into the woods
Made them sit under the hoods
Hugged them one by one
Tucked them into her pocket
And few of them in her locket

Glampire!
Blood it was she want
She is as beautiful as a sin
'Twas the weapon she uses to win
Against the self-control of many a man
Aha! La Belle Dame Sans Merci

Ideas                                                            ­                                                
Start                                    ­                                            


                  ­COMPLEX                                END                                SIMPLE


                                            But
   ­                                         Should

at the mirror above the wash basin
i pause at my reflection

in spectacles and muffler
is a face familiar

where have i seen him, where?

i remember it was beamed on tv, newspaper
made headlines for some days
before on an early dawn

he was quietly snuffed out.

from the mirror
i make a hasty retreat

so closely resembles my face

with that terrorist!

back on the writing table

i ponder

if the resemblance
goes beyond the face!

I am Mother Earth
Giver of unconditional love
Receiver of unfathomable destruction

Man seeks
Power over matter

He doesn't seek
Power over his self

That's where people
Like me
Rise

We rule those
Mob masses