I love vampires, although I am not one lol and this piece is about one. |
The night winds caress whispers of death Ancient to their beliefs The stale essence dances around her body Trees glazed with fire-red flames Lighting the path of destruction A deceiving symbol of faith is represented All bared a long wooden dagger She lay there enclosed in her surroundings With the protection of her mind Pale faced A doll of fine china Frozen to the enchantment Whispers are carried louder Echoing through her inner cavities Her all seeing eyes open The heat of the path is laid heavier Disappearing within her haven of trees The stale scent grows With each movement she feels invisible Feeling the heat of death on her back She consumes the darkness Hiding from herself Hiding from symbols of her demise Losing herself amongst this place she called home For every tree she passed she gained speed Into an opening she came As naked as the world waiting for the end She is discovered Harpoons of wood embrace her flesh Cutting her down like a single tree Cries and pleas fill the dark All is not heard by the forgotten mind "Curse you all! Men of the cross, For your maker will be your downfall!" She screamed into the unforgiving nightly winds Which in the end proclaimed her death Like a single prick form a thorn she bled The radiant rays of light destroyed her Blowing the ashes of centuries into hands of an unseen faith |