My darkest love..part one

My darkest love..part one

A Story by Deborah Shepard
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his love not of this moratl world , she became at his eyes love

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His masked wings, softly through trod snowcaps
Tingling, he could feel life real, soft  in her eyes wounderment
His tears my strangers glistens as I awaited his love
Cast aside, disbelief I am she who loves this angel
My darkest love, his septor of bliss
Vampire world, talons dagger, claws but yet in my presence he was meek loving to me
Beautiful dark velvet wings, aspire with my soul
Our auras mesh in mortal flesh
Soft alive, tuned in my world
Trellises, to his underworld, Demons shout !
I shall awaken his darkest desires this flame
Sweet knight, encompass my soul, Mirrors light
Cascading moonlight carried to his door at twilight
To revist the days of old, many stars paths
His cast spell drew my  heart, I feel him near
Sleeping not the body, be gone dear soul not!
How shall be find me in the light of day?
I shall vesper nigh in the silhouetted dreams by his side
Drink of thine blood, carnal awakenings, 'tis me
He hath the path not to take
He shared a drop in mine
Shall he then be apart of me?
In the nigh shall he partake any but food, seed of ones life-force?
Tiny misty green , almost  frightening light, down the parallel halls of grim
He shall show me as the light appears the candles dim what may
Coming to the bedroom to change, a dreamscape array of damsel, dress in vampiric style
Sheltered in his body I can feel each stemming in my veins
As I  dress in front of windows, mirrors of no time exist
Shall I walk down the star's to the beach, he awakens my soul
I shall yes, straight ahead I reveal his path, journey with his hands darkness I become
She who is his desire, his lotus flowering  seed
Lost no afraid, take his hand to walk the path of his ways
Shall I hear drums? or just the gypsy  sernade he calls to me
Oh shelter me in this nigh, find me as my veins run wild, ripe
Lasting as I feel the eternal staircase he shall take  me to
Love is the wisp he smiles
In the halls adorn the black  rose laid in each step
 
His legend, seduction to me
Now be the noble protector of the darkness
He has fallen for the mortal
His cavbe is dark as the midnight sky
But I am irresissble to his hynotic eyes
He carries the sword, to all the mortality
Where shall I stay?
 
Part one..lovers
 
 
by deborah shepard008
 
 
 




 

 

© 2008 Deborah Shepard


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Deborah Shepard
Deborah Shepard

yelm, WA



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ABOUT THE AUTHOR: Deborah Shepard is a published author, poet and writer whose poems tell a story of dreams we have and the beauty of traveling in them to give us belief, hope, and life. Deborah s.. more..

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