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Atakti
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A VAMPIRE'S LAMENT

poet Anonymous

Poetry Contest

You are a tortured vampire wanting to be with your human love interest, but, not wanting him or her to succumb to the same eternal fate as you.  Write a lament or ballad revealing your undying or dying love.
No limit on words.

Poetic license on style.  

Collaborations accepted (both poets will get credit if selected as the winner).

Two entries per poet.

Good luck to everyone.

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Atakti
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Keening of the Quintessence

I see you, my tender one.
I hear your pulse and I yearn.

Light surrounds your every word,
I watch your lips, mesmerized.

A thousand years are forgotten,
As I spend eternity in your smile.

I succumb to sturdy arms,
Drink in the sweet caresses.

Oh, my shriveled soul stirs
And my deadened heart jolts!
I fear a kiss will be my undoing,
A stumble to a love’s abomination.

You are unaware, and pure.
I bring damnation and black blood.

One last moment, I immerse myself
In your soul, and shake.

No, no, I leave you now.  Be
Angry, feel ardor’s sting.

I give you a parting gift of sadness,
And keep for myself an endless torment.


marielavoue
Gypsy Red
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Dark Embrace

Cold is the night and full the moon,  
deathly silent,through a window I observe you.
I,a hunter and you, my prey,watching              
for when in your bed you will lay.              
I await with insurmountable patience          
the moment I shall have you in my presence.          
As the hours pass all grows still,            
I enter your bower and approach in silence,        
viewing your sleep and inhale deep,        
the scent of life emanates while you dream.        
Normally,my victim,already you would have been,
but,something detains me;imagining’s? maybe.                  
               
In all the centuries of my existence                  
never had I felt this experience.                  
I enter with a singular objective                  
and full of intention,                  
the hunger besieges me                  
and your blood beckons.                  
Battling with my nature,                  
cautiously your slumbering body                  
I observe when in my direction you turn.                  
I realize once more,                  
the vitality at you core,                  
your blood I can almost taste                  
nearly knocking a lamp over in my haste.                  
I hear the blood running through your veins                  
and the beat of your heart which reminds me,                  
that mine, desiccated, will vibrate, never more.                  
               
Even feeling thus something touches me;                  
could it be possible?                  
Incapable of tender feelings,                  
what is it that stops me?                  
This I do not understand,                  
observing you with curiosity;                  
what does he possess that stays my hand?                  
The humanity within illuminates him like firebrand                  
and I, a black butterfly attracted by the shine.                  
I do not wish to destroy that which,                  
within him glimmers,                  
I would prefer to be part of it,                  
but know not if I am worthy                  
for I have been a great sinner.                  
               
I am a monster, for whom blood means life                  
yet a legend speaks of a possibility that love,                  
for creatures such as I, also exists.                  
Could it be that this fragile human                  
can be what my solitary existence                  
hath sought without knowing?                  
The choice, he will have to make,                  
without compulsion and born of the heart.                  
Being what I am, I could easily                  
make him love me, but it would destroy                  
his soul and be a lie I could not abide.                  
With all my faculties and supernatural abilities                  
I can only hope that he sees beyond my                  
despicable acts and my multitude of wrongs.                  
In my extended existence never, had I felt                  
this that now burdens me,                  
and, until this moment, had not known.                  
This feeling for a frail mortal                  
causes me trepidation, because surely,                  
this endeavor will never come to fruition.                  
               
In the moment of this deep contemplation                  
the human awakes and observes me                  
with certain confusion.                  
His first questions are:                  
Who you are?  How did you enter?                  
Why have you come?                  
               
I will not do you harm,I was only                  
observing your time of dreams.                  
I am called Mozelle, and I am,                  
to be sure, a terrifying                  
and bloodthirsty creature,                  
alas I cannot injure you                  
and that is somewhat perplexing.                  
What a novel sensation,                  
this feeling of refrain.                  
Something came to life within me,                  
when first your countenance, I did see.                  
Until this moment I knew not,                  
what was confusing me thus.                  
I came to clarify my doubts,                  
find the answers to the questions                  
that have plagued me with restless bouts                  
and, now that you are awake                  
I realize how much is at stake.                  
               
From the first moment that I saw your face,                  
you introduced my dead heart to something                  
that could not possibly take place.                  
And now that the answers have come clear,                  
I will depart this place and lessen your fear.                  
I turned towards the window to exit…                  
(He whispers): "please do not go".                  
I hesitate; what must I do,                  
(I ask) to ease your mind?                  
It would easy to compel you not to fear,                  
but very difficult that you accept my love                  
and the eternity I wish to share.                  
This is a unique gift that I offer,                  
yet the decision is yours and,                  
your choice, sadly, I must obey.                  
But be warned to accept,                  
you should understand what it implies;                  
I will have to make you as I am,                  
to prolong your life. Together we will walk                  
through the passages of time,                  
discovering the intricacies of this love sublime.                  
She lowers her head in dread of the refusal                  
that surely she must come to expect.                  
               
Finally he answers: "To wander in perpetuity,                  
a high price to pay for a love you                  
are not certain you can claim."                  
His heart races at the thought of her plight,                  
knowing that upon making this decision,                  
there will be no going back, after this night.                  
He ponders, and then:                  
"In an immortal I choose to become,                  
by your side, together, we shall walk as one,                  
from now and until always we shall be,                  
lovers for eternity."                  
Looking deeply into his eyes,                  
"you are sure?"                  
Assenting with his head "I am".                  
               
"Then an oath to you I do solemnly swear;                  
I will love you for always and a night,                  
you will be the only one in my bed,                  
my body and mind, we will share this existence                  
and our love will be eternal,                  
for there never has been                  
or ever will be another."                  
A single swift movement opened her vein                  
to offer the elixir that, to him,                  
immortality would bring.                  
A tear of blood sprouted in her eye                  
when his head in acceptance inclined,                  
“take my darling, what,                  
with so much love I offer”.                  
               
In that moment the pact was sealed                  
and their union they did consummate,                  
commemorating the occasion in which                  
they became a legend no one would ever forget…                
               
Gypsy Red

Indie
Miss Indie
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Sweet Wine

The night is for a'hunting
And oh the shadows, they whisper
In the darkness, darkness creeps
And I'm reminded of how I miss her
Warm breath of pleasure upon my cheek
Soft skin beneath my fingertips
The wine, the scent so delicate
A nectar so sweet I had to sip
Teeth of razors in her flesh
The rhythmic thrumming of her heart
That faded slowly beneath my touch
And every ecstatic second that did pass
So did fade the rising of her breast
And the wine, did it decrease
In the darkness on such a night as this
Did I breathe the last breath of my love deceased

poet Anonymous

Halfway towards the night
A roundfaced moon sheds cresent
As my cloak catches the winds
That whisper, that speak

My ebony empress awaits me
Torture I seek of heart beating
Scarlet the sea between us
As entwined through astral threads

I stand away from further light
As this time I am nearly defeating
Defeated by mortal bliss
Of our immortal kiss

Keep you enshrined
As I follow the blind
Blood runs like liquid fire
I shall love thy no higher

As lust for night and for more
Brought the fairest of sirens to my shore
I am of always
You are of forever more

As you drink the poison from the silver cup
I cry for your pressence
I see you drop
Lighting candles for your essence

I take a holy vow
Forever embrace, your silken face
I shall never leave thou
I shall never leave thou


Mourganna¤ october 4th 2012

poet Anonymous

A VAMPIRE'S LAMENT

Dearest lover

I want you for my own forever

Would you consent to that?

It will not be easy

I cannot promise you bliss

This way I can start and end

Every day with a real kiss

You know my needs to feed

On that repulsive red slimy substance

Only the evil are culled

Rapists and murderers

Not your friends

Not your family

Please my dear

Do it for me

No do it for us

For after you I both love and lust.

poet Anonymous

Dear Fellow Poets,

All of your submissions were excellent.  In their own unique way, each caught the pain a vampire might feel desiring the one they love, but can't touch~due to their own choice.  Be back soon with the winner...

Thanks, Strider :)

poet Anonymous

Okay Ladies,

Based on the criteria, what was submitted was what I was looking for.  Torment of love that you cannot have.

Ataki--Felt the pain and the agony of not taking what you could have taken.  
Gypsy Red--Brilliant-a great vampire love story, I felt the agony, but it had a happy ending.
Miss Indie--Nicely done, I liked the wine to blood analogy.
Mourganna--Well done, I felt the acts through your imagery.
Kitty--A friendly vampire~asking to be wanted for their love.  I liked it.

Thanks for entering.

Strider





Atakti
Tyrant of Words
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Thanks, Strider!  Well done, everyone.  


*doing happy dance, not very unholy behavior, I know..

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