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Image for the poem Silken White Sheets A Collaboration : Of The Unholy Trinity, Crimin, Taryn and Devlin With Hades Rising

Silken White Sheets A Collaboration : Of The Unholy Trinity, Crimin, Taryn and Devlin With Hades Rising

 
In swirling snowflakes on my tomb
Elisabeta... Elisabeta
In the silver light of the moon
Elisabeta... Elisabeta
Take my heart away
Awash in memories of you

You remain in wilted roses
So black and dead
Left sadly upon my grave
Like tears I have bled

In Mina's eyes I see destiny
Unlike you foul wretches
Deeply steeped in blasphemy
A harem of witches
Exist, solely, in apathy
Without her cruel tempest
Eternity is agony
Beneath the crescent
Moon

Hear thine whispers hissing
which smolder from my blackened cunt
Singed by passions to extinguish
embers left upon your darkened flesh
burning for this subaltern mortal

I present myself to you...

Desires of your undead cock
penetrating through heated lips
Abolishing you of left memories
as I suffocatingly grip within my charred loyal chamber...
Let me rid you of this pain and torment as I worship you,
My Love, My Dracul

What's this legacy I have wrought
With crimson sheets
To quench my undying thirst?
The truth, I beseech!

Mina looks upon me
Like a saint unto a God
But I love her too much
To condemn her again

Lord Dracul I will not suffer this mortal
to be above us in your affections
we have traversed centuries
abiding by your side

once I was a fresh virgin dying of the plague
when you transformed me and if I be a whore
it is you Master that turned me thusly
feasting off your bloodlust tempting
the unwary to your bed chamber
for you to suck the life from

feast from us now Lord Dracul
from our harlot's bosoms
entertaining the Devil in you
let the beast in you free
fuck us unholy three
with your spiked cock
make us bleed as you bleed for Elisabeta

In Mina's eyes I see destiny
Unlike you foul wretches
Deeply steeped in blasphemy
A harem of witches
Exist, solely, in apathy
Without her cruel tempest
Eternity is agony
Beneath the crescent
Moon

Haunt me forever at my tomb
Elisabeta... Elisabeta
In the silver light of the moon
Elisabeta... Elisabeta
Take my heart away
Awash in memories of you

Master:

I through the seeing eye
have mercy on your tongue!
To curse us wretches of foul
living amidst your apathy
beseeched in blasphemy
how dare you even address ~

me?

As the last bride of three bounded
by the poisonous marrows of your beautiful misery
allow the serpentines in my hair to converse freely
in my vampiric lair,
to slither easily
and through the foils in your mind,
allow me thy honor to envelope thee in a vampire's trance
that what you seek
is an impossibility

True,
you may have crossed oceans for your beloved Mina
And true,
Jonathan's Mina may have beckoned you
to take her away from all this death,
but make no mistake, Master,
she will only be
the last ill promise in your dying breath

Why not hold fast to the sinister loves of your life, and instead
transcend us from immortal darkness into mortal light ~
make us believe
that we are more than just
the unholy mistresses of the night,
that we are more than just
the succubus's, sacrifices and fires condemned in your image;
more than just
the perilous breasts to feral your mouth and lips upon,
more than just
the carnage harems to spread your crimson lust upon ~

have you [un]recollected
the sublime of our mortality
and our eternal monogamy?

I evoke:


Silken

White

Sheet

once rested upon the
bodice
of my carnal storms;
kissed
full on the mouth,
my chest rose
from the dawn of your breath;
virgin drops of blood
coagulated around
the sobriety of your semen;
darkened shades of ecstasy
                                         emulated  
from the dusk of your touch,
my mortal passion seized;
then diseased
rapture'd in bat's blood  

Master,
I beg of you
for thee unholy sisters of three,
if you no longer desire
what you no longer see,
persuade Elisabeta
to become your eternal misery
and take us away
from all this death!

(c) 2015 The Unholy Trinity & Hades Rising. All Rights Reserved.
Written by crimsin (Unveiling)
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