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Vampire King
In the depths of the eternal night,
Where shadows are longer than life itself,
I roam for miles through a darkened hell,
Enthroned as the vampire king in my mind.
It is not what you think I am,
But what I know too well,
For my immortal soul is filled with rage,
A fire that consumes all in its path.
I am the pasteur to your sheep,
The shepherd to your flock,
For I am the master of my destiny,
The ruler of all that I see.
The walls of Jericho cannot hold me,
For I am the darkness that creeps,
The king of my world, from which I'll never see
a side of heaven, nor the slightest glimmer of light.
I will open your eyes and make you see,
The power of the night, the allure of the unknown,
My reign will bring down the walls around you,
And you will kneel before my throne.
For I am the vampire king, a master of my fate,
A lord of darkness, my power cannot be denied,
And though my soul is consumed with rage,
My reign is bound to be eternal, even beyond the grave.
So come forth, into my darkened throne room,
And bow down before me, your immortal king,
For I will lead you into the abyss of the night,
The darkness of our souls, where the nightmares reign supreme.
Where shadows are longer than life itself,
I roam for miles through a darkened hell,
Enthroned as the vampire king in my mind.
It is not what you think I am,
But what I know too well,
For my immortal soul is filled with rage,
A fire that consumes all in its path.
I am the pasteur to your sheep,
The shepherd to your flock,
For I am the master of my destiny,
The ruler of all that I see.
The walls of Jericho cannot hold me,
For I am the darkness that creeps,
The king of my world, from which I'll never see
a side of heaven, nor the slightest glimmer of light.
I will open your eyes and make you see,
The power of the night, the allure of the unknown,
My reign will bring down the walls around you,
And you will kneel before my throne.
For I am the vampire king, a master of my fate,
A lord of darkness, my power cannot be denied,
And though my soul is consumed with rage,
My reign is bound to be eternal, even beyond the grave.
So come forth, into my darkened throne room,
And bow down before me, your immortal king,
For I will lead you into the abyss of the night,
The darkness of our souls, where the nightmares reign supreme.
Published 18th Mar 2023
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18th Mar 2023 5:32pm
18th Mar 2023 6:32pm
dearest King I exalt your rule
impedes fools would dismiss your rage
turn on a knife and plead for your life all would be interlopers
cunning is the way of the dark
this is Mr. Black of the dark arts
should you cross paths
due respect is warranted
envious greed deny not your King...
greetings Mr. Black
I feel your rage
it burns inside me too
an inferno of greed
that continues to need...
this write is cathartic
it explains who you are to the masses
but you know they see what they want...
empowered by the dark you will maneuver with grace....
beautiful write ❤️
impedes fools would dismiss your rage
turn on a knife and plead for your life all would be interlopers
cunning is the way of the dark
this is Mr. Black of the dark arts
should you cross paths
due respect is warranted
envious greed deny not your King...
greetings Mr. Black
I feel your rage
it burns inside me too
an inferno of greed
that continues to need...
this write is cathartic
it explains who you are to the masses
but you know they see what they want...
empowered by the dark you will maneuver with grace....
beautiful write ❤️
18th Mar 2023 10:34pm
My dearest Crimsin, your words ring true,
A recognition of our kind, a privileged few.
For in the darkness we dwell, consumed by desire,
And those who cross us feel our ruthless ire.
Mr. Black of the dark arts, a name that strikes fear,
A cunning vampire with secrets held dear.
His rage is our rage, a fire that burns so bright,
A thirst for power that consumes us in the night.
For we are not like mortals, bound by their rules,
Our hunger and lust are forbidden jewels.
And those who dare to dismiss our might,
Shall tremble and fear our immortal sight.
Respect for our King is what we demand,
For he is the ruler of our undead land,
His power and authority, we uphold with great care,
For under his reign, our kind shall forever fare.
And though the world may see us as monsters of the night,
We shall continue to maneuver with grace and might,
And those who seek to deny us our envy and greed,
Shall fall beneath our power and turn to feed.
So let us embrace our darkness, and let it consume,
For in this world of the undead, we shall forever bloom,
And though our lust may seem barbaric to mortal eyes,
It is the epitome of our immortal guise.
Beautiful is the darkness that envelops our soul,
For in it lies the essence of our immortal goal,
To reign supreme over all that we see,
And to live forever in our nocturnal ecstasy.
A recognition of our kind, a privileged few.
For in the darkness we dwell, consumed by desire,
And those who cross us feel our ruthless ire.
Mr. Black of the dark arts, a name that strikes fear,
A cunning vampire with secrets held dear.
His rage is our rage, a fire that burns so bright,
A thirst for power that consumes us in the night.
For we are not like mortals, bound by their rules,
Our hunger and lust are forbidden jewels.
And those who dare to dismiss our might,
Shall tremble and fear our immortal sight.
Respect for our King is what we demand,
For he is the ruler of our undead land,
His power and authority, we uphold with great care,
For under his reign, our kind shall forever fare.
And though the world may see us as monsters of the night,
We shall continue to maneuver with grace and might,
And those who seek to deny us our envy and greed,
Shall fall beneath our power and turn to feed.
So let us embrace our darkness, and let it consume,
For in this world of the undead, we shall forever bloom,
And though our lust may seem barbaric to mortal eyes,
It is the epitome of our immortal guise.
Beautiful is the darkness that envelops our soul,
For in it lies the essence of our immortal goal,
To reign supreme over all that we see,
And to live forever in our nocturnal ecstasy.
18th Mar 2023 10:27pm
