Gift of the Dragon
Swirling serpent of storm and desert devil
whispered in my ear one long eve,
But has always spoken to my heart
urging me to live, to revel, to believe
Revelations he spoke were terrible and great,
the Darkest weight upon my soul
Simply frightening beyond one’s fear
as he imparted the truth, my role
To be a lady of wisdom, power and freedom
were his utmost desires for me
In blood I signed my name, a pact with Him
and received the gift of immortality.
©K. Scarlet Rakoczy, 3/22/12
"The Truth About Real Vampires Today" - http://www.vampires.com/the-truth-about-real-vampires-today/
I am so grateful to Sire, the owner of Vampires.Com, for asking me to write for him and publishing my first article today.
I hope there are some dark poetry fans here. I paint light and airy paintings but my writings are usually very dark.
"Narcissus" is about the need, the desire for death. It's also about the selfish aspect of suicide.
Sage green eyes lock with ones trapped
in silver and glass
Fire red strands are snipped and snapped
to destroy her pride
Moonlit pond imprisons her reflection
In lustful shimmer
She looks upon her coming destruction
and embraces its tide
Blood is flowing and thick, scent of rust
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