The Inner Vampire
10 January, 2002
Author: Sax
Clad in black,
the Vampire returns,
once thought slain,
but such was a lie.
Relentless Destruction.
Eternal Pain.
Endless Strength.
Bottomless Rage.
Die world die,
burn in a fiery grave.
The barriers are falling,
so is the sky.
Demons wait.
Horrors charge.
The Army awaits command.
Beneath the skin,
venom surges.
They have struck again,
sanity blocks my path.
Once it was dead,
now it lives,
it infects,
and it cares not.
A spark,
a flame.
It is a nightmare,
yet it is so clear.
The pyromactic flames will not die.
Wine, bountiful wine.
No, this is not wine.
It is Blood,
blood of those who did not believe.
Treachery.
Such beautiful treachery.
Weakening the sanity.
Empowering me
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Comments on this poem/writing:
| PoeticDemon (24.15.118.213) -- Tuesday, July 6 2004, 08:07 am I really liked this poem, very well written, good job Sax ~James~ |
| ShadowPhoenix (24.193.43.151) -- Tuesday, August 17 2004, 03:45 am In a way I'm like the first two stanza |
| silent bells (165.29.58.126) -- Friday, August 31 2007, 03:15 pm i haven't hurd a poem with such singularity for almost a year! keep it up! |
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