Crest of the Sun

one knock, 2 knocks, 3 knocks, 4
hurry my love
please answer the door
time is short
it's almost four
and I must kill you one hour before
the Sun shows it's crest on the Eastern shore
you and your lover sleep sound I am sure
I suppose I must fiddle with the lock before
I wake the neighbors by knocking once more

the light hits your face from the moon through the gape
in the curtains by the deck and the fire escape
your beauty is haunting and the shadow of shape
outlines your body while my blade on the nape
of his neck sinks deep as he drools and he snores, 
then awakens in a start... 
but the tape

on his mouth muffles his scream
which brings my attention back to you as your dream 
turns quickly to one of intimate fright
from a walk in gold hillsides to a scream in the night

your eyes they are diamonds 
when is added a tear
and the liquid on black reflect moon, reflect fear
a quiver of sadness for what I must do
you deceived me my love
my love this be true

I don't blame you this treachery
for I am not a great prize
and in time the heart hardens
and you catch other's eyes
no matter my dear, I will avoid such rage
your final breath be the final page
one day you would notice we are not the same pair
for you will grow older and I'll remain fare

tis' the life of Voivode
I must own all my lovers
I must gather their souls or
leave their bones neath the covers
look at me darling
as I drink in your spite
isn't it clever
isn't it right
you will love me forever
and forever the night
will be ours for the taking 
and the taking of life
shall sustain us
shall remain
thus

Dracula's realm

Deckard

I began writing poetry when I was a teenager and it truly saved me from a destructive path. 'Time Heals' will be on my grave stone'. I have 3 incredible kids who are the greatest gifts that God has given me. If I have advice to give to aspiring...

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