Bees once buzzed.
In summer sun.
Spirited souls.
Skirted over flower beds.
Their gift of honey.
Sweet creation.
Sipped mead with thee.
Sampling in contentment.
On the riverbank.
Where willows once wept.
And children still cried.
A soldier of fortune.
Passion abroad.
Vows of love written.
In blood.
A eulogy to thee and me.
Claret sparkled.
Dripping from unholy tongue.
Drinking in the moment.
A vampire.
Hidden from the sun.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
Nov 12, 2013
Nov 12, 2013 at 4:36 AM UTC
Bees once buzzed.
In summer sun.
Spirited souls.
Skirted over flower beds.
Their gift of honey.
Sweet creation.
Sipped mead with thee.
Sampling in contentment.
On the riverbank.
Where willows once wept.
And children still cried.
A soldier of fortune.
Passion abroad.
Vows of love written.
In blood.
A eulogy to thee and me.
Claret sparkled.
Dripping from unholy tongue.
Drinking in the moment.
A vampire.
Hidden from the sun.
By ladylivvi1
© 2013 ladylivvi1 (All rights reserved)
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