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Prosaic Sep 2011
Dimly street at sight seems long to be,
emptiness shown,i assume no one shall i see.
but it is not with my eyes i see,
heart beating-tells the position of thee.
Few more steps towards her i made,
under the lamppost all glowing and lost in smoke-calm she remained.
Immediately i thought-what a lady she is,
shall i beg for a kiss-on my knees.
But the erge to ****-she has awoken in me,
oh how could i only,rip such a beautiful neck of thee.
But ******* thy blood is basic instinct of mine,
and it is a feeling like no other-oh how divine.
We're now confronted eye-to-eye,
so close-i can feel her every sigh.
"may i help you" with slight arrogance came from here mouth,
shall i feed on thee-my mind crossed-strangely-a doubt.
She is nothing but a human-to my self i thought,
to **** or not to ****-with the idea i fought.
With no further a due,
what my self did-may startle you.
With an incredible speed,in her neck my fangs i have ****** into,
from the very start to taste thy blood i did want to.
Oh how pleasureful moment that was,
i drained her blood from head to toes.
Thou only now i notice she never screamed,
as if she new what i am-her head she just leaned.
Nevertheless being dead,
the beauty of thee away never faded.
Prosaic Sep 2011
From the bottom of my heart i hate thee,
I wish you're dead so in peace may rest we. -
Like a fox perfidious you are,
my hateful sight on your face,will leave a scar.
The perfection of thy duplicity
doth not relinquishes my mind in serenity.
That mockery in voice of thine,
cannot vindicate -not even a ewer of wine.
In my eyes,you wear the gown of blame
and no God will divest from thy face the shame.
It is not placebo,this hate of mine
it will-towards you-forever shine.
Prosaic Sep 2011
He nurtured his love
as a delicate flower,
thought of it as from above,
like an allmighty power.

But love is not for one,
Could it ever be?-
She shot it with her gun
looking in the face of thee.

Time passed--
,and was wiping love's core
he felt the same,never more.

The heart with bullets was filled,
she remained near, to see if it is killed.

Emotional funeral,
Burial of thy heart,
she was standing there,
still beautiful like art.

She played the last card-
Glowing over 'its' grave,
she gave the last look
and with gentle hand,the last wave.
Prosaic Sep 2011
Sun, to you I declare a fight
for I am a child of night.
I dare because in the morning- my dear
will leave me, alone in fear.

If heavens were mine,
that my love is divine-
Gods would see,
and never again let the Sun be.

Aphrodite- my true love- you should understand
****** and **** Helios, so he can forever hold my hand.

If not, at least part of his heart, I will purloin,
which I will with this heart of mine,join.
When fear and loneliness arrive
it will keep me safe and alive.

So you, Selene, tell your Moon to lighten up the sky
for i'll die of pain when comes of Heaven Eye.
I may not see my dear anymore,
because my dear.. is going to war.

— The End —