DARK ANGEL OF THE NIGHT. (#2 In Dark Angel Saga)A cold dark nightDARK ANGEL OF THE NIGHT. (#2 In Dark Angel Saga)1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
A pale moon rising,
The bat she leaves the belfry
The vampire's on the wing.
Her bright eyes are red lightning
She rides the sky like thunder,
The yearning is upon her
She seeks to slake her hunger.
Her preternatural hearing
Captures sounds from far below,
A young thief alone is walking,
Her urge begins to grow.
Landing, she takes human form
Concealed behind a tree,
Classidia's the beauty all in black
With skin like ivory.
Her fluidity of movement,
Brings her within his sight,
An enchantress of such promise,
A Dark Angel of the night.
He moves towards her willingly,
With only passion in his eyes;
But the depths of hers shows hunger,
And she soon will take her prize.
Classidia chokes back her thirst
As she knows she must delay,
For only when the time is right
Can she dare to strike her prey.
Bewitching and beguiling,
With beauty like a rose bud,
She draws him in so carefully,
For fear would spoil his blood.
Provocatively, she throws back her cape,
In the ultimate tempt
The Awaited MomentThe Awaited MomentThe Awaited Moment1 year ago in Free Verse More Like This
The phone rings.
"He's gone", the broken voice says.
A clank sounds as the phone is dropped by the caller.
Sobs ring in my ear.
Sinking to the floor, my arms ache to hold her.
My heart breaks from her screams.
"Daddy's gone.", he passed just a little while ago.
What could I say except I am so sorry.
Written By: Hillbilly Girl
December 3, 2012
CLASSIDIA THE VAMPIRE. (#1 in The Dark Angel Saga)Deep down within the ancient cryptCLASSIDIA THE VAMPIRE. (#1 in The Dark Angel Saga)1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
The Vampire Queen's alone,
A more perfect still-life has not been seen:
As The Dark Angel, she is known.
Though her real name's, Classidia,
No mortal could reveal it;
For the retelling of her legend,
Has managed to conceal it.
She once had the world at her feet,
For her beauty dazzled all;
But she caught the eye of evil,
And the evil was in Thrall.
The most radiant lady of her time
And shortly to be wed,
Yet a cold, but lovesick vampire
Would rather see her dead.
T'was years ago, she was brought across,
By the vampire called Nemset,
And the memory never leaves her:
The attack still haunts her yet.
He attacked with such a fury
That he tore apart her lover,
And with the bloodlust still upon him
He turned to face the other!
Though her pale face showed terror,
She held such beauty in the moonlight;
"Classidia," he whispered,
But she cowered away in fright.
"Each night that I have come to you,
I've not touched a hair upon your head,
But now we'll join fore
Within a Pouch of White CottonWithin a Pouch of White Cotton1 year ago in Short Stories More Like This
It resided within a pouch of white cotton,
waiting to be saved.
For years, it had been tucked away,
safe from others reach
For years, it lacked the warm touch of a gentle hand
After so much time in darkness,
it escaped its linen cage
and fell to the earth.
Its owner never gave a backwards glance,
never realized the value of his loss
It laid there among the green grass,
becoming covered in dew day after day.
Soon, the dew turned to frost,
and not long after, snow began to blanket the ground.
It seemed as if it would become buried, forgotten
But somehow, for some reason,
it was saved.
Caring hands reached for its delicate form,
and saved it from being lost.
cradled it close.
They carried it in cupped hands
up the path and to the front steps of a dwelling, broken and lonely.
Carefully, they took the small gold object, a key,
and slowly inserted into the lock.
The hands His hands turned the key and a small click was heard.
INSIGHT OUTShallow is the night we findINSIGHT OUT1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
So long upon the lake,
Inky light pervading all
Dreaming when we wake.
Surface tension, Dragon's breath
Chills the heat beyond,
Leaving all who enter there,
Coming when it's gone.
Crags of time melt the paths
Of delta wings and crowds,
Turning back the mask of light
Shows the depth of shroud.
Enter now the time of night
To have the day begin,
Reach on back beyond the grave
To where we are within.
Reality is in the page
Without the guts to turn,
Knowledge is the thing of dreams
Should we ever learn.
What is death? What is real?
Is the answer here?
Or is the thing that we call life
The thing that we should fear?
Licensed to QuillPoetic licence lets me dreamLicensed to Quill1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Of a pot of gold or a tortured scream!
Angels dancing on a pin
Or alleyways of darkest sin!
Unicorns within a glade
Or goblets laced with dark nightshade.
If inspiration leaves a doubt
A thought will come from without.
Whether of truth or whether of fiction
I love to mess with contradiction.
Critics may say that all they find
Is the alphabet soup of my mind.
Well, don't shove your rules at the likes of me!
Our style is always flying free!
I'll mix up my rainbows & sex & violence,
For I've been given a Poetic Licence!
Crisis BlockAm I becoming stereotyped?Crisis Block1 year ago in Traditional Fixed Forms More Like This
Lines the same as if they're piped?
Are my clever words no more than cloning?
Skilful rhymes just so much droning?
Messages from within me
Brave the struggle to be free.
Yet all along between the lines
A centre being cries and pines.
In every word built like construction
Are elements born of destruction.
My mind seemingly goes one way
If not black, then darkly grey.
Should I birth the words in this medium?
Or is it really just so much tedium?
I want to write not knowing what I seek
But all the phrases seem so bleak.