Thursday, 16 June 2011

The Bride

The young bride stands alone covered in blood.
The bright crimson stains on white satin.
With eyes vacant, standing between despair and hell.
She faces her doom alone.
Before her a figure, ancient and cold
swoops down on her in a flurry of movement
Her final scream is cut off by a wicked kiss
Then her body drops to the floor, empty of blood.
Tonight when you wake,
says the dark figure with contempt.
My minion you will be,
a slave for all eternity.

11 comments:

  1. O.o

    waooo...

    that...

    is...

    pure...

    creepy...

    AWESOME-NESS!

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  2. Kallista this is so amazingly creepy!!! 0.0

    it's marvelous! :D

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  3. *shivers*

    Creepy goodness!

    Poor vampire minion....

    *offers vampire the remains of a 7 layer cake*

    Here! Take this 1 and a half layer cake instead!

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  4. Oh wow Kallista! This is fantastic! Good poems should always give the readers goosebumps ^^

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  5. Hauntingly beautiful, Kallista. I love it.

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  6. Wickedly wonderful, to put it simply.
    muahahaha...

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  7. Pure freaking Epica. I am in awe of these poems, you did amazing. Good work!

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  8. IT'S A HALLOWEEN POEM!!!
    ~shrieks~
    That was creeeeepy and fantaaaaaastic!!!!!!

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  9. I love the darkness of the entire poem, especially:
    "With eyes vacant, standing between despair and
    hell."

    -turns into a minion of eternity and flies off, pooping on everyone's head- :P

    MWAHAHA

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  10. :) your awesomeness makes me squee.

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