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Lost within the forest of the frosted snowy peaks of the uncresent mountains,
Listen to the unchanted melody of the glistening crickets beneath the gazable stars of all grace and honor,
I watch the wind leave me behind for the unchantering beast that lay within that darkness,
There blooden eyes watch my unforgiven movements,
The pounding of thy heart within the godly ears of the demon beast,
My footsteps holding there place as I gaze upon the crystalline clear water,
The darkness swarming the woods,
There beckoning starts to become a roar,
And the tears stream down the face as they take me ahold within there claws,
For now I am theres within this forest,
There queen to find the innocent,
To end there lives to add to mine,
For queen of beast is not in the equal,
But with the power comes the will…..
Listen to the unchanted melody of the glistening crickets beneath the gazable stars of all grace and honor,
I watch the wind leave me behind for the unchantering beast that lay within that darkness,
There blooden eyes watch my unforgiven movements,
The pounding of thy heart within the godly ears of the demon beast,
My footsteps holding there place as I gaze upon the crystalline clear water,
The darkness swarming the woods,
There beckoning starts to become a roar,
And the tears stream down the face as they take me ahold within there claws,
For now I am theres within this forest,
There queen to find the innocent,
To end there lives to add to mine,
For queen of beast is not in the equal,
But with the power comes the will…..
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I don't know what is with me today but heres another to add. That makes four in just all in one day. I just don't stop. I really need comments on this one. Thanks.
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Wow, this poem displays ultimate feeling and descriptions of environment, like a movie, kinda. This sorta reminds me of the book Pandora by Anne Rice....the queen of the vampires seemed so innocent and was forced, into giving her blood to the damned, condemned souls of the underworld. That's the kind of vibe I'm feeling off of your poem. Maybe I'll try to make a really really vampiric poem in your honor? By the way, my short story 'Awakening' is about a vampire too, if you wanna try that one out. Definately, definately keep up the good work! I'd love to see more from you.