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HadesRising
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Lady of the Night

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
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Thank you Todski and Gardenlover for your respective entry.

dustyjjewels
Fire of Insight
Nigeria 15awards
Joined 24th Nov 2011
Forum Posts: 241

Queen Of The Night

She's the lonely star up in the sky
The one that dazzles bright
She's the weary man's lullaby
She's the Queen of the Night

A demi-goddess yes she is
The one that solves it all
She changes crisis into bliss
All you need is call

They run to her with various needs
With tears in their eyes
In her they find a friend indeed
They fall for all her lies

Only if they knew her ways
Oh only if they knew
It is futile anyway
They'll never have a clue

For she has mastered her game
And took it to greater heights
The whole world has heard of her fame
As the Queen of the Night

She solves one problem
And leaves you with two
In the middle of the mayhem
What can you do?

Than turn back to her
And become her slave
That lonely bright star
Will guide you to your grave

That legendary seductress
Is always out to win
More souls without stress
Fall for her scheme

She won't move by day
The night is her time
To sweep souls away
In her life of crime

She's the lonely star in the sky
The one that dazzles bright
She's the weary man's lullaby
She's the Queen of the Night



Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
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Thank you Todksi for your entry. You might want to title your poem. And gardenlover, thank you for your participation.

calamitygin
Jennifer Michael McCurry
Tyrant of Words
United States 28awards
Joined 22nd June 2015
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Carrie

Carrie  
 
She skulks  
Feral slant to her hip  
Ruby bit of salty taste still dangling from lip  
Wipes the rememberence off daintly with the back of her gloved hand  
 
Was a good man...  
She smirks at the ironic thought....  
 
Good for nothing but a snack  
She thinks out loud....  
I sure as fuck got him off.....  
Giving her vermillion lips a lick and a smack  
 
Unnnn, just had a man...echoes the cheerleader from the school restroom in her mind  
While she studied with envy the happy trail left on her chin by the handsome quarterback
But even way back then she sensed she was not the obliging kind  
 
She had seen the girls on their knees, pseudo smiles on wavering lip  
Their triumph short lived  
As the quarterback unipologetically shook off what they had considered such a fine gift  
 
Her mother had glared, spoke of hellfire associated with that kind of play  
And she had suffered her burning prophesy between white virgin legs  
Feeling the sharp heat of Satan by soft candle light  
She plunged crucifix into self long hot night after night  
 
She considers the long unraveling of time that had twisted her to this state  
As her eyes roll towards black tress from the hunger for more  
Her pointed ears lift as they alert her to the slow creak of alley door  
And gude her to her next bon bouche  
Be damned his fate.....  
 
But like mama taught....  
She'd be nobody's whore  
So she enjoyed her dates while squirming on bone ivory plate

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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calamitygin, thank you for your entry.

Krosgood
Violence
Thought Provoker
United States 12awards
Joined 21st Mar 2014
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Where parking meters become headstones

Painted nails set upon frail and dainty fingers hide inside her pocket
The steel concealed is the object of their amusement
Hiding away the five with six cruel intentions

How her skin glows beneath the giant moon
A lure for those weak enough to follow
Those who believe SHE is the wounded one

Mimicking the rabbits cries
A wolf comes into sight
Nocturnal
He smells blood but she is the night
Howls echo throughout the city street
Another noise adding to its blight

Through the rising steam of the sewer caps she disappears alone
Mysterious
Escaping the place where the parking meter becomes a headstone

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
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dustyjjewels and Krosgood, thank you for your entry.

HadesRising
Tyrant of Words
United States 34awards
Joined 8th June 2013
Forum Posts: 1625

FORKED TONGUES AND VAMPIRIC PENS

The hunter’s moon fails to light the forest
Where hungry beasts await the slaughter
I remember our very last caress
Two lovers entwined with ghosts that haunt her
We burnt her stake and rolled in the ashes
To break her curse, sword of Damocles
I would burn for her and kill the masses
And taste the ripened fruit of her disease

The winter wytch
Pulling the stitch
That holds my heart
Within my chest
The brutal bytch
Her dire twitch
Will drag me down
Inside her grave

Where widows gather to spin their webs
Her tomb lies at the feet of black altars
The righteous climb to worship the dead
To find her slumbering there unaltered
No scar in sight where stakes cleaved her suites
Just perfect pale skin that makes the gods drool
I’ve supped ‘tween those perfect rose tipped peaks
Thus her blackest magik beget a ghoul

Her kiss taste of betrayal
Her jester, my portrayal
Plant the seed in frigid earth
Hallowed be her curse
Rebirth in haunted verse

Every promise heard is spit from her forked tongue
Every word shed through vampiric pen
Siphoning blood to parchment from my quill
All for her to devour again and again

Malice through the broken glass
A jagged shard in the eye
Ringed with candles and black cats

The winter wytch
Pulling the stitch
That holds my heart
Within my chest
The brutal bytch
Her dire twitch
Will drag me down
Inside her grave

She is the inspiration for nightmares
From Lizzie Borden to Bathory
Tread lightly within the forest, beware
Dire step from whence I carried thee
Her grave it seems to shine with lantern light
A Phantasmgoria death show
Starring the Countess of Eternal Night
Risen from death and the depths below

Her kiss taste of betrayal
Her jester, my portrayal
Plant the seed in frigid earth
Hallowed be her curse
Rebirth in haunted verse

Every promise heard is spit from her forked tongue
Every word shed through vampiric pen
Siphoning blood to parchment from my quill
All for her to devour again and again

(c) 2017 Frank Green

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Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
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HadesRising, thank you for your participation.

Sijo_A
Strange Creature
France
Joined 21st June 2017
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The last night

Walking along the beautiful sea,
With the silent night,
With the bright shining moon,
With the thousand stars, yet alone,
I saw my lady in my sight.

Donned in a shiny armour,
The moon reflecting her strength,
The sea beneath her feet,
Her eyes gleaming, sparkling,
Screaming with a thousand silent words.

I may be dreaming,
I may be hallucinating.
But I didn’t want it to stop.
The burnt grass was taking over,
My mind, my brain, my conscious.

She lifted her arms in the air,
As she sang a melody,
A song perhaps,
Which I didn’t know
I didn’t understand.

Enchanted, mesmerised, I waited,
I waited for her not to finish,
I waited for her to explain,
I waited for her come into my arms.
But I waited in vain.

I wanted to run,
Towards her, away from her, somewhere.
But my frozen legs refused to obey,
My blank mind denied to command,
My disloyal heart failed to understand.

I saw her moving,
I saw her gliding,
Over the fresh waters of the ocean,
Like a beautiful butterfly,
Breaking out of its cocoon.

I asked her to wait,
I demanded her to stop.
I pleaded her to stay
Or take me along.
But she didn’t wait, didn’t stop, didn’t stay.

I fell to the cold sand,
As I saw her leave,
Away and further away.
And I was left there, alone.
Even my loneliness betrayed me.
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mysteriouslady
Tyrant of Words
United States 15awards
Joined 11th Aug 2012
Forum Posts: 2647

Woman Of the Night

She is always there
searching
longing
yet never finding her way

You may have seen her
or you could know her
some even love her

Usually she's used and abused
then tossed aside
abandonment is reborn

the bruises and cuts
that no make up ever hide
Tis why she chooses the Night light
to forever make her stride

Even in her darkest days
she walks in complete confidence
This life she leads
is really nothing more
than a death sentence

Maybe one day the light will shine
hopefully she sees the sign
maybe it wont hurt so bad next time...



Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
126awards
Joined 25th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 17013

Sijo_A and mysteriouslady, thank you for your respective entry.

David_Macleod
14397816
Tyrant of Words
United Kingdom 39awards
Joined 5th Nov 2014
Forum Posts: 2983

A Lady By Night

She was a lady of the night
Only seen in the darkness
A wearer of sexy uniforms
Red white and light blue
Pony tail and sensible shoe
“A wiggle in her walk
A giggle in her talk.”
Heads would always turn
Men pleading her attention
Knowing her for her devotion
Fantastic massage
With or without cream
Dressing, undressing
assistance in the shower
bend down, pick up the soap


She was my lady of the night
The girl of my dreams
She tended to all my needs
Helping to soothe my pains
Strangely at my beckon call
Could be strict
Could be compliant
But was always there
When I needed her
So unlike a wife
So much the other woman
My lady of the night
No money changing hands
Worked the graveyard shift
Nurse Jilly Macpherson
Amputee ward

Grace
IDryad
Tyrant of Words
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Joined 25th Aug 2011
Forum Posts: 17013

David,thank you for your entry.

gardenlover
Fire of Insight
United Kingdom 23awards
Joined 19th Aug 2012
Forum Posts: 625

Night Worker

I know you have sex with many men
They pay you well and come again,
You are generous to a fault
Let them do more than they ought.

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