Inari
King For A Couple Of Days
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Posts: 2538 | June 2nd, 2006 at 02:18pm I dedicate these to international_idiot because she writes the most beautiful sonnets the world has ever seen.
Darkness was always a much better shawl
on which to bead my star-dewed endeavours.
Eternity pulsed in each word I'd scrawl.
Promises of sin will burn forever.
Vampire kisses on a moon-bathed neck,
a marriage of species in rings of blood.
Aged folklore won't let green mortals forget
the demons that grapple beneath the flood
of mystic protection, old wives' tales' cures
and books we singed eternities before.
They're sure they're protected from Hell's voyeurs
when puddles of darkness swim at their door.
Because ancient folklore and faded myths
are just medicine for naive hypocrites.
Vampyric souls never need company
when thick shadows grace their sides like a friend.
Sunk teeth into love-bit anatomy
always drew companionship to an end.
Social outlaws with angelic faces
always compelled humans to compassion.
Ghosts and demons could always trade places
when nutrition was at a clamped ration.
Dpping in the norms of society,
we could mould our bloodied schedules of death.
That devil that serrates your deepened sleep
could be that saviour you'll never forget.
Acts are easy to slip over the head
of the fading memory of the undead.
Sleeping through revelations of sunshine,
waking to dawns of a thousand twilights;
the cynical blot in a sceptic's mind,
the palates of deception in the night.
Scents of mortality lined on my lips
like tainted secrets left by a lover.
Scheduled agendas on the sun's eclipse,
the grimed deeds never left to another.
Under artifical, urban moonlight,
I'd wash away shards of humanity
with the wisps of venom coating the night
and drive mankind into eternity.
They will never know their predestined fate
until they're resting in a funeral state.
Love-dewed kisses along your neck in the woods.
An appetiser for what lies within.
Simple to do what you don't think you could
when your grimed life is moulded by sin.
Like seducing angelic affection
with candy cane declarations of love.
No guilt when it's inspired by deception.
This isn't the romance tale she dreams of.
I'll draw her closer to shut out the breeze.
Gothic ties are more intoxicating
with kisses goodnight for dregs of energy.
Her demise will stop her trembling from the breeze.
So sleep tight and deeply, my deceived sweet.
We'll meet at the end of eternity. |
Peter Petrelli
King For A Couple Of Days
Age: 35
Gender: Female
Posts: 4161 | June 2nd, 2006 at 02:22pm 'That devil that serrates your deepened sleep
could be that saviour you'll never forget.'
He just could be.
*collapses, hugging poem*
I think I love you. Maybe not as much as my angel... but you come a damn close second. |
Inari
King For A Couple Of Days
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Posts: 2538 | June 2nd, 2006 at 02:23pm It's no problem, darling.
I'll settle for second place. |
snowcherry
King For A Couple Of Days
Age: 36
Gender: Female
Posts: 3912 | June 2nd, 2006 at 02:47pm
*opens mouth to say something*
*closes mouth again*
*opens mouth*
*closes it again*
.............. |
Inari
King For A Couple Of Days
Age: 37
Gender: Female
Posts: 2538 | June 2nd, 2006 at 02:52pm Lol.
Thank you, angel. |
FCPSITSGEPGEPGEPanda
King For A Couple Of Days
Age: 34
Gender: Female
Posts: 2921
 | June 2nd, 2006 at 03:35pm Whhaatttt a wonderful poem that was. I love it with all my heart.
Uhh. Woof woof. 
WHAT SOUNDS DO PANDAS MAKE!? |
