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First Blood


Author: The Forsaken
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Class/Type: Misc /Misc
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I am not sure how to categorize this.. so just.. bite me.. also, title suggestions appreciated.


First Blood



The moon, she hangs low
in the obsidian skies,
gracing all beneath her
in an opaque kiss,
covering the earth below
in her soft iridescent glow.

The trees, they swing,
Ancient behemoths rocking,
Extensions trembling tumultuously
aberrantly pendulating,
quietly lulled to slumber
under the wind's gentle wing.

The firmament, she chokes.
breath stifled, restricted,
berated by dense swirling mists.
They viciously attack her,
tightening their stranglehold,
slaying her more, with each stroke.

The haze, it flows
coldly embracing me,
caressing my hull,
holding me deep inside it's icy grip.
Blurring my sight, ambrosial scents
beginning to charm my nose.

Gazing into the viscid vapors,
Eyes adjusting, vision sharpening,
Outlining a stygian silhouette..
Ears perking and twitching,
Barraged by steps made and voice hummed.

Gliding closer, swiftly, silently
The image comes into view:
A pale skinned goddess..
A perfect stitch of foreign parts..
The beauty to foster poets.

Flowing locks like raven belts,
Ripened rouge lips, fit and rich,
Saturated, smack like darkened blood,
Sable dress, like that of black velvet,
Simmering and rustling in the docile gusts.

Drawing ever nearer still,
Head detruded, jaw wide, canines unfurled,
Pulse quickened, and muscles tensed,
Low pitched growls permeate from my throat..
Quickly she glances to locate the noise behind

Nothing, No one, Silence..
Only swirling fogs are to be found.
Spooked, she hurries on her way,
Turning quickly, quickening her pace,
Suddenly, ramming into a figure cloaked in black

Violently, air is siphoned off..
The stranglehold tightens,
Her entire body falling limp,
Consciousness, teetering on a hinge
As she is lifted to stare into ebon eyes

Drawing her in closer,
The growls become deafening, feral, bestial..
Fear races through her mind,
and her blood runs cold,
as two piercing fangs desecrate her neck..

A cacophonous wail escapes her throat,
resounding throughout the dense mists,
as canines are sunk in farther,
and bone and cartilage splinter,
making it her final breath.

Still suspending her corpse,
Letting her crimson rivers
spill tumultuously into my inlet,
I drain her.. my lust sated,
I viciously toss the corpse aground.

The haze, it flows
Fleeing quickly from sight,
attempting an escape
from the sun's wary eye
bolting out in every direction
Resembling a snake, as it goes

The firmament, she grows..
Alive, and awake once more,
The sounds of the day stir..
Dogs yap loudly, birds chirp cheerfully
The grass, brilliant viridian shards
Flower's alluring scents, gracing the nose

The trees, they settle..
No longer do they sway,
The wind, long since silent,
Ancient behemoths, now stilled,
like unmovable mountains..
Daring anyone to test their mettle.

The sun, she now glows..
leaving her body exposed..
What happened to her?
Of that, no one knows..
Only the moon, trees, mists and wind
And the stranger, who left her ever so cold




Submitted on 2006-09-04 05:16:07     Terms of Service / Copyright Rules
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  Hmmm. *Disappointed in Elite that no one else has commented on this* Bloody Elite lately. They leave no comments and tell people to slit their throats. *Had that said to her on here this morning*


Anyways. I love your works because they always paint this vivid picture of a darker side. You guide someone into and show them the darker side of life and you do so in a way that entraps them and they sit there stunned, wanting what they never had before, or never thought they would. And, the ones that have always had that hunger are simply awakened.

*Small Smile*

~Dark Angel~
| Posted on 2006-09-04 00:00:00 | by BCute | [ Reply to This ]


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