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Black blood stains, of my veins, line the walls of my coffin.
The murderer, who murdered her, stood there silently scoffing.
Powers beyond I, cruelly let her die, now that make me suffer.
Forever ask why, on this dreary nigh’, gone now ith my lover.
Calmly run, out of fun, my claws across a cold granite lid.
I will hunt, for this stunt, the murderer who hath swiftly hid.
My love is dead, my anger red, but night is when I hail.
If you are found, swiftly are bound, to pain beyond a wail.
Torment and fire, prick my desire, to slay a far worse beast.
Hunger and need, for me to feed, upon a human feast.
Now close thy eyes, with the sunrise, and with me to my lair.
My death eternal, Thy pain eternal, no eyelids make you stare.
Eyelids to begin, penance for thy sin, I skinned thou slowly alive.
Muscles snap and twang, darkly thou hath sang, and for life thou had strived.
And Live thou surely did, but slowly thou life slid, with the strokes of my knife.
For seven pain filled years, thou shed many red tears, for the life of my wife.
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« Last Edit: December 09, 2003, 05:45:03 AM by Drauka »
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I am;
A Labourless Peasant, (Damning, Rambling, Aspiring, Unenlightening, King of Anything)
A Masked Faceless, (Diabolical Reliable Assassin of the Underworld, Knowledgeable in the mimickable Arts.)
A Soldier of Sand, Deplorable and Dutiful. Rugged yet Refined. United, and Undeniable. Austere yet Amendable. Kind, and Kingly. Arduous yet Amiable.
A General of the Fallen Legion, (I led my forces into the Deep, we Ran to Assault the Undefeated Keep. Admirably my men crashed like a wave to a ship. the ground shook with our marching and caused me to slip. I fell and later I began to wake. the ground again began to shake, but this time every one fell... Into the Lord’s precipice of hell, here I am damned to forever fall into the abyss.)
A King of the Fallen Nation, (Death stalks his murky streets. Rats run rampant to their Abundant feasts. The Undead stalk the boarders at night. the King, though fallen, has yet to be defeated in a fight. No nation dares intrude upon the unrelenting king. For they fear the horrors his merciless wrath would bring. People fear to leave his nation, and also to Arrive. But his people are just as relentless and resialiant, they strive to survive.) “The Nation of Steel Will Never Yield.”
An Emperor [span style=\'color:green\']of the Anarchists, (Dispiteous Reaper of Atrocion, Underestimated Kaiser of Ambition)
A God [span style=\'color:green\']of the Faithless[/span], (Defiance, I will never allow. Reliance, I will never allow. Assurance, I will never give. Understanding, I will never give. Killing I will never explain. Always basking, in paradox.)
I am: The Dead, The Underworld, and Death.
I am... Drauka.
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-Remorse for there is naught left to remorse for.
-We are the metaphorical whores of a new generaltion.
-Again metaphors that means people sit silent and still.
-Ah, this life is just my chessboard, and you are just my pawn.
-Feel the fucking fire rise, up and above and past your eyes.
Jason H. Fredricks'
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« Reply #1 on: December 10, 2003, 02:48:39 AM » |
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omg that's hella good...i really hate to ask this,...but is this about someone...or is it something you felt like writing down?
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« Reply #2 on: December 10, 2003, 03:58:08 AM » |
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that is really good. I like muchly. but about the first thingy. is the person in the poem a demon of somthing? because blood is never black(if your human)
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« Reply #3 on: December 10, 2003, 06:17:01 PM » |
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did u write that?... wow i like Black blood stains, of my veins, pfft its a metaphor me thinks, black blood sugesting evil or done wrong against *realises he sounds like an english teacher and runsfrom himself* |
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Yiff Hunter says:
and the last question do u get a sudden eye twicth and shudder wen i say :
CLEAN?
RipperRoo says:
yes
Yiff Hunter says:
rite ive declared u imorally peasant like |
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« Reply #4 on: December 10, 2003, 06:27:20 PM » |
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bah quit making sense out of it  |
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« Reply #5 on: December 10, 2003, 07:12:04 PM » |
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i had english today and these things get hammered into u after 20+ poems |
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Yiff Hunter says:
and the last question do u get a sudden eye twicth and shudder wen i say :
CLEAN?
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yes
Yiff Hunter says:
rite ive declared u imorally peasant like |
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Thamior
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« Reply #6 on: December 10, 2003, 07:41:13 PM » |
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pfft its a metaphor me thinks, black blood sugesting evil or done wrong against *realises he sounds like an english teacher and runsfrom himself* Not really. Blood just happens to leave black stains when it dries. I like the poem, although when I read any of your poems I put them to music in my head. I like songs more than poems. |
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« Reply #7 on: December 10, 2003, 07:46:35 PM » |
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*peels band aid off arm* its more brownish.
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Thamior
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« Reply #8 on: December 10, 2003, 07:49:11 PM » |
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Give it some time.
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« Reply #9 on: December 10, 2003, 07:54:53 PM » |
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its been on there for a couple days
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« Reply #10 on: December 10, 2003, 08:08:31 PM » |
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Are you talking about your scab or have you been using the same dirty band-aid for a couple of days. Because I wouldn't consider a scab a bloodstain. That's just clotted blood.
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Drauka
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« Reply #11 on: December 10, 2003, 08:09:25 PM » |
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Vampire who lost his love to a vampire hunter... but poems are ment to be understood more by the reader then the writer. So make of it what you will  This is my best poem (in my oppinion) to date. With the rhyme scheme and the archaic language it makes it look like an older poetic work. So I love it Thamior- Some of the "poems" I post are songs |
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I am;
A Labourless Peasant, (Damning, Rambling, Aspiring, Unenlightening, King of Anything)
A Masked Faceless, (Diabolical Reliable Assassin of the Underworld, Knowledgeable in the mimickable Arts.)
A Soldier of Sand, Deplorable and Dutiful. Rugged yet Refined. United, and Undeniable. Austere yet Amendable. Kind, and Kingly. Arduous yet Amiable.
A General of the Fallen Legion, (I led my forces into the Deep, we Ran to Assault the Undefeated Keep. Admirably my men crashed like a wave to a ship. the ground shook with our marching and caused me to slip. I fell and later I began to wake. the ground again began to shake, but this time every one fell... Into the Lord’s precipice of hell, here I am damned to forever fall into the abyss.)
A King of the Fallen Nation, (Death stalks his murky streets. Rats run rampant to their Abundant feasts. The Undead stalk the boarders at night. the King, though fallen, has yet to be defeated in a fight. No nation dares intrude upon the unrelenting king. For they fear the horrors his merciless wrath would bring. People fear to leave his nation, and also to Arrive. But his people are just as relentless and resialiant, they strive to survive.) “The Nation of Steel Will Never Yield.”
An Emperor [span style=\'color:green\']of the Anarchists, (Dispiteous Reaper of Atrocion, Underestimated Kaiser of Ambition)
A God [span style=\'color:green\']of the Faithless[/span], (Defiance, I will never allow. Reliance, I will never allow. Assurance, I will never give. Understanding, I will never give. Killing I will never explain. Always basking, in paradox.)
I am: The Dead, The Underworld, and Death.
I am... Drauka.
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-Remorse for there is naught left to remorse for.
-We are the metaphorical whores of a new generaltion.
-Again metaphors that means people sit silent and still.
-Ah, this life is just my chessboard, and you are just my pawn.
-Feel the fucking fire rise, up and above and past your eyes.
Jason H. Fredricks'
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Thamior
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« Reply #12 on: December 10, 2003, 08:11:14 PM » |
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Sweet. What type of music are they put to?
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« Reply #13 on: December 10, 2003, 08:16:13 PM » |
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i was talking about the band aid.
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Thamior
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« Reply #14 on: December 10, 2003, 08:20:30 PM » |
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I wouldn't recommend using the same band-aid for long periods of time.
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