Cursed

Cursed

A Poem by Forgotten

I bite into the cursed fruit,
And let the blood drip from my wicked lips,
Sweet and succulent like the devils succubus,
Like a thick aroma one cannot escape,
I feed on the red liquor drunk from pleasure.

I am not a slave to the hands of time,
Living within an eternity I am a spectre of the night,
Only the shadows to whisper my blackened name,
Yet echoing throughout time it shall remain,
Lingering in the ears of those deafened by screams.

Upon the nights chilled spirit I reside,
My legend carried upon the wind,
I am eternal,
I am cursed,
Without feeling or reason,
I may as well... be nothing but a shadow in the shade.

  

© 2012 Forgotten


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Forgotten
Not my best work, but I hope it is satisfactory

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wow, somewhat dark. I enjoyed it

Posted 11 Years Ago


a good vampire's thought.. managed with excellent use of words and adjectives ..
easy to visualize every scene ..
nice work sir .. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


I bite into the cursed fruit-oh I recalled Eve just now! I conceived as if a vampire is narrating his life story! hauntingly beautiful!

Posted 11 Years Ago


Beautiful, haunting write. Nice work, friend. :)

Posted 11 Years Ago


Satisfactory for who?, write for your self, less obligations then. Not my usual flavor this piece but I liked it. I believe every writer achieves 'satisfactory' simply by having the courage to share, everything else is a sweet bonus. Humanity needs to learn to share, even if it is about Vampires or beasties, lol. Good work

Posted 11 Years Ago


I love it, is it about vampires? or other demons?

Posted 11 Years Ago


Forgotten

11 Years Ago

When I was writing it I had vampyres on the forefront of my mind for this, but like all poetry it is.. read more
you HAVE done better..but great last line..a shadow in the shade..how good is that?

Posted 11 Years Ago


I like the poem. When I was young. I thought I was blessed with bad luck. I learn with life. We are all cursed. Seem like we cannot catch up. Great description gave strength and life to the poem. Thank you for the excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 11 Years Ago



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Added on September 23, 2012
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Gloucestershire, Stroud, United Kingdom



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My real name is John-Paul Crawford, I do voluntary work at Stroud FM and hopefully after my training will be allowed my own slot on air. Writing takes up most of my time, I'm always trying to better m.. more..

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