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Mystique
She wears the night, a mystery
A beauty clad solely in black
No one knows her history
Or the likelihood she will attack
He meets her in a downtown bar
Takes her to his motel room
Pours wine from the private bar
Naïve of his impending doom
She sinks her incisors in his throat
Swallows deeply, drains him dry
She steps back, begins to gloat
Relishing her preferred high
She then revels in the dark
His body shriveled on the floor
She whispers that it was a lark
Then steps back in the night she wore.
A beauty clad solely in black
No one knows her history
Or the likelihood she will attack
He meets her in a downtown bar
Takes her to his motel room
Pours wine from the private bar
Naïve of his impending doom
She sinks her incisors in his throat
Swallows deeply, drains him dry
She steps back, begins to gloat
Relishing her preferred high
She then revels in the dark
His body shriveled on the floor
She whispers that it was a lark
Then steps back in the night she wore.
Published 10th Mar 2019
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10th Mar 2019 8:04pm
10th Mar 2019 8:15pm
I'm gratified that you enjoyed this Brenda. I'm glad, too, that I didn't overdo the rhyme and rhythm for one of my favorite poets here. Thank you for the kind words and inclusion in your RL!
10th Mar 2019 9:11pm
the rhythm is on point here too along with killer lines... I'm really impressed dearest Thomas I struggle with an internal rhythm of a poem ❤
Anonymous
10th Mar 2019 8:22pm
A taste of Byron dear Crowfly, with a twist of Poe, if I see right. Excellent ink my friend. :)
10th Mar 2019 8:28pm
I wasn't thinking in terms of those masters, but you honor me, J. Thanks so much!
Anonymous
10th Mar 2019 8:39pm
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10th Mar 2019 8:43pm
Anonymous
- Edited 10th Mar 2019 8:47pm
10th Mar 2019 8:46pm
Dear @Sky_dancer "
"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies."
"She walks in beauty, like the night
Of cloudless climes and starry skies;
And all that’s best of dark and bright
Meet in her aspect and her eyes;
Thus mellowed to that tender light
Which heaven to gaudy day denies."
Anonymous
10th Mar 2019 8:48pm
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Anonymous
- Edited 10th Mar 2019 9:03pm
10th Mar 2019 9:02pm
At the time, I had to study it, not in English but in Italian, and you can imagine how much it lost in translation. Dearest Sky_dancer, I love poetry and literature more than my life. It has saved me from madness and suicide many times. In my desperation, it has given me hope up to today. I always treat it with the respect due to a divinity and I have always opened my heart to what it tells me, not only to what critiques and official interpretation said. Very few I truly have veneration for here, amognst those yourself. Poets are human, poetry is divine. Hugs ❤️
10th Mar 2019 8:38pm
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10th Mar 2019 8:53pm
A little rhyme and meter
Helps enhance the chills
Spill blood by the liter
To draw the creeps and thrills
nailed it!
Helps enhance the chills
Spill blood by the liter
To draw the creeps and thrills
nailed it!
10th Mar 2019 8:56pm
10th Mar 2019 11:08pm
Love it, crowfly. Dark little piece with such a great rhyme scheme and cadence. It’s 100% your style and I so enjoy reading you.
10th Mar 2019 11:14pm
