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- - - AKANTHA - - -
She came to me, white flesh and red eyes
Cold as the grave where ravens pine
A crescent moon and the winter chill
Illuminates the vampiric seal
Where lovers weep and shadows creep
The thrill of kill at the steps of lordly seats
The thorn of gods, Akantha
Press me unto your bosom
So red is your decanter
In states of holy Sodom
Din sange este eterna
Și īmpărăția ta este negru
Binecuvāntează-mă cu coșmarul tău
īmbrățișat īn flăcări inghetate
The thorn of suns, Akantha
Just take me from the gallows
So pure is your decanter
The crimson juice I swallow
A tale from hell is spoken in hushed tones
Of an ivory seat built on bones
Her flights fancied on dark raven wings
As she steals away with graveyard things
The dire moon and coming doom
She brings the fangs to the maidenhead wombs
Blood is eternal
And your kingdom is black
Bless me with your nightmare
Frozen, embraced in flames
Vampir, lamia
A diavolului īn dantelă albă
Lacrimi stacojii vărsa mai departe
Īn gurile noastre dornici
We bathe in sheets of ruinous red
In our crypt where the angels dread
Candles burn, sentinel, over us
As crimson puddles turn into rust
She took my heart in throes apart
In cuts and guts we will paint beautiful art
Blood is eternal
And your kingdom is black
Bless me with your nightmare
Frozen, embraced in flames
The thorn of banes, Akantha
Just lead me with your lantern
So cold is your decanter
In company of phantoms
Vampir, lamia
A diavolului īn dantelă albă
Lacrimi stacojii vărsa mai departe
Īn gurile noastre dornici
Din sange este eterna
Și īmpărăția ta este negru
Binecuvāntează-mă cu coșmarul tău
īmbrățișat īn flăcări inghetate
(c) 2016 Frank Green
Published 19th Jan 2016
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20th Jan 2016 5:02am
Anonymous
19th Jan 2016 5:59am
'A tale from hell is spoken in hushed tones
Of an ivory seat built on bones
Her flights fancied on dark raven wings
As she steals away with graveyard things
The dire moon and coming doom
She brings the fangs to the maidenhead wombs'
. . .Hades, my King. . .only you know how much I heart a vampire lament; this, while laced in so much darkness, awakens my desire for the eternal of the dark side. . .and only a Master of such darkened ink can paint such beauty. . .I'm overly impressed [as always]. . .~yours, Devil~lyn.
20th Jan 2016 5:03am
19th Jan 2016 11:57am
Ahhh, HadesRising, luv ~ :-*
I believe I just came. It's the Romanian that did it, you know. Well, twas the coup de grāce in a poem filled with dark and sanguine splendor.
Your pen is powerful, indeed, luv. ;-*
I believe I just came. It's the Romanian that did it, you know. Well, twas the coup de grāce in a poem filled with dark and sanguine splendor.
Your pen is powerful, indeed, luv. ;-*
20th Jan 2016 5:04am
Anonymous
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20th Jan 2016 11:56am
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