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Post by Count Orlok on Oct 22, 2010 16:10:44 GMT
Death's Head am I, silver-green Eerily glowing-in-the-doomy-dark, See my delicate feather-like wings, Wings of an ethereal ghost, deadly antennae, Scented fatally with secret moth codes. And I stare unblinking...
I watch my own wings flap open; My life is balanced on my fingertips, Weightless and shimmering, fearful of what? I dare not ask that, for I fear the answer, The response of night-creatures baying at the moon.
And I fly forth to bring death To frail creatures of mere flesh, O the joy as my teeth sink into waiting necks And proboscis-light kisses run down my naked spine, My tongue savouring their dying essence.
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biblejohn
Nice Poet
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Post by biblejohn on Oct 24, 2010 23:14:47 GMT
Lovely stuff.
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Post by Edna Sweetlove on Oct 27, 2010 11:24:56 GMT
Weird.
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Post by lardydar on Oct 29, 2010 8:08:23 GMT
Blimey. Intense...a little too full of mad imagery for me. But all the same, pretty evocative.
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biblejohn
Nice Poet
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Post by biblejohn on Nov 29, 2010 0:54:53 GMT
Mad imagery? God loves imagery.
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