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The Chosen

Poetry By: Bella Night
Horror



this is one of my vampire poems that i wrote that is haunting


Submitted:Jun 30, 2013    Reads: 53    Comments: 1    Likes: 1   


Looking through your glassy gaze,

What do you see?

What do you feel?

A dream of which

Her terror scars-

Death strikes

With her fleeting might

Veiled in sin,

And clothed with blood,

Death speaks-

Pointing at you

With her skeletal finger-

She rasps the words

Of ancient sorcery.

The pure-white aura

Seeps through your lips

And then Death finishes

Her ancient works.

Shuddering violently,

Screaming in terror-

You go through the torture

That Death has cursed.

With a final jolt,

And a scream so piercing-

You lay there,

Looking through your glassy gaze.

What do you see?

What do you feel?

Your blood has frozen

And your heart has stopped;

But with a sudden movement,

You stand.

Death has cursed you

With her effortless words

Her kiss does pass,

But her curse bends fate.

For you, once unconscious

Are now cursed of the ancient-

A dead immortal;

YOU ARE THE CHOSEN.





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