My Poetry Corner

Well, as shocking it might me, for whoever know who I am, I write poems! So I guess I can toss'm out here! :DI won't put out my Norwegian ones though, or well, if I get requested to, I might.

Your blood in those veins
fill my mouth
fill my body
I want to bite your pulse
I want blood

Blood is what everyone need to stay
Alive isn't it?
Everyone needs blood
And I want yours
I'll leave you for dead
If I just might get a hand of your blood

Let me taste your bloodstained neck
your tasty blood makes me shiver
oh what a joy you're giving up to me?
lovely come, come give me your neck
I want your blood tonight

Let me drink child
let me drink your delicious blood
I love it more than anything
let me have your neck and lovely blood
tonight will you?

Love me and I will set you free
fill your body with my blood
make you feel the true power
of the night
playing a vampire.
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Quite old.

The lord of the mansion leads,
leads us to our room,
my wife and I.
We follow our lord
to our chamber.
Sleep well, tonight.

As the door is closed
and we've gone to rest,
we hear a faint scream
from downstairs.
I move out of our chambers
and I look briefly around.
And what I see is the lord,
the lord of the mansion.
Sleep well, tonight.

The lord approaches me
He's smiling briefly at me, whispering
"Didn't I tell you, before I let you in,
Its the dead that own this mansion,
after midnight, every night.”
I look at him, with a stunned look.
Could it really be
my wife and I, are at the very gates
of hell?
Sleep well, tonight.

I move silently back to my room
scared of my surroundings,
and as I return, my wife lies dead.
I turn on my heels as I notice, and I run,
run out of the room and onwards to get out,
out of the mansion, but it all now seems
like an endless hallway.
Sleep well, tonight.

I smash into a grande door,
and I step inside to the Grande Hall,
where I see ghosts of a forgotten past
dance, sing and be of joy.
Astunned by the look
I run through the hall
and I smash the door open,
into another hallway.
Sleep well, tonight.

Now I see but monsters and horrors
from different pasts, I run past them all
hoping for none to take me down
I reach the end and I open the door,
inside is the entrance hall
I see all murdered souls howling for help,
howling for revenge.
Sleep well, tonight.

I walk silently to the entrance door,
I walk through it and I run for the gate.
And at the gate, my darling awaits.
Yet her mission is not a goodbye,
she leaps at me in her ghostly form
and as she has swept through me,
I lie ice dead in the cold.
Sleep well, with the dead – Tonight.

I watch the dancer
the dancer bleeds in her dance
she cries out for mercy of the God
but which God are we talking about?

The dancer bleeds
bleeds for the God
called humanity
she begs for mercy on our souls

The dancer bleeds for us all
the young weak and old
for the dancer has seen what we cannot
the world beyond worlds

So bleed for me
you little dancer
give me your holy blood of far away
for I am caught in your world from far away

I am bound in your soul
bound in your dance
I shiver when I see you move
Because I love to watch your bleeding dance

I'm truly spelled by you
from here and on
in your little world
of blood and love.

I am but a man
Tall of pride
Tall of wrath
A man

I am but human
Full of greed
Full of lust
A human

I am but a part of the world
A part of the sloth
A part of the envy
A part of the world

We all are of gluttony
All a part of the creators plan
And yet he calls the seven deadly sins
He is the one who created the seven deadly sins

Blame him
Not me

Nice to see some poetry on the forums Looking forward to more!