The Stalking Angel
Above the cathedral, here I sit
Midnight again, sound of the bell
Below the prayer candles lit
A scent of Blood, Again the spell
Who am I to choose their destiny?
On how many innocents have I fed?
Never a name, just the ecstasy
The only reminder, a stain of red
Ignorant beings, how they stare
Mesmerized by my sun shun skin
The ageless face, fangs and hair
A creature of beauty, a soul of sin
Amongst the beauty, life I stalk
Among the roses the deadly vine
And so the “savage garden” I walk
A mockery of an angel, trapped by time
Cursed to live endless years
Not a god, just a modest beast
I answer no prayers and ignore the tears
For among the living I must feast.
-Yusef 10/31/05 ©
Happy Halloween Everyone!
It was not easy turning myself into a vampire. And Yes, it does hurt there.
lol. i can see the resemblance--really, i can. hehe.
fo real tho. good job loko. im not sure whats hotter--the art or the poem. loved the flow; standard meter; very effective because theres no need to pause during the reading.
favorite stanza:
Who am I to choose their destiny?
On how many innocents have I fed?
Never a name, just the ecstasy
The only reminder, a stain of red
this was a great read mi pana. keep it up. y portate bien.
oh and you might wanna check out that gaping hole in your chest. doesnt look so good--even for an immortal =0)