the hunt

the hunt

A Chapter by joshua deathdealer
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08/2011 (Blood type B: Installment Four)

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The sun slips underneath the horizon 
leaving behind a fading ghastly glow 
taking with it all hope for the innocents

Slowly the pale moon rises over this city
lighting the nearly empty streets
setting the stage for the bloodshed 

Crazed and whipped up into a frenzy
I emerge my abode, feeling the cool
night air caress my spectral skin

Immediately my heightened senses 
pick up on a live one, walking down 
darkened roads leading nowhere

I walk up behind the girl, unsuspecting
she turns and gasp, seeing the 
intent in my blood shot eyes

Pulling a gun she fires pointblank 
at my chest, the bullet tearing
through me brings false hope 
 
I can't die, I'm unable to release my
cursed soul from out of this haggard
carcass, her blood runs down my throat


© 2013 joshua deathdealer


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I think that this is one of the better vampire poems that I have read in a long time. I like how it moves so seamlessly and how the description isn't encumbering. I like how you use the phrase false hope in the sixth stanza it leaves the reader wondering whether the vampire was killed and the false hope was his or whether it was the girl's. This was really good keep at it.

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You draw inspiration from various sources and I like that. I like the quickening pace and the relaxed feel of the main character, very nicely done.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Awesome:)

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I love this, a good chase; sort of say... I like the vampire picturing in this write, the scene is real nice, and great ending. Really like this.

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I like the poem. Allow the reader to fall into a good tale. I like the ending. Good to allow the evil win on occasion. A very good ending to a excellent poem.
Coyote

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Oh wow...I liked the inspiration written to this lol.
I loved the poem in general. It was very nicely written. My favorite stanzas are the last two. I also like the imagery. You could make a great story out of this! Now get to it!
Thanks for sharing. :D


Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

such a beautiful poem
you almost inspire me to write a book
well done

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

This is excellent and not too overdone. :) A lot of the vampire poetry I've seen lately has been.. Ugh, but this.. this is very good. I love the line "feeling the cool
night air caress my spectral skin". Very good poem all around. ^_^

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

I think that this is one of the better vampire poems that I have read in a long time. I like how it moves so seamlessly and how the description isn't encumbering. I like how you use the phrase false hope in the sixth stanza it leaves the reader wondering whether the vampire was killed and the false hope was his or whether it was the girl's. This was really good keep at it.

Posted 12 Years Ago


2 of 2 people found this review constructive.

song goes well with this, love the poem so great

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.

Amazingly written poem...Great imagery...Really dark...I enjoyed reading it... :)))

Posted 12 Years Ago


1 of 1 people found this review constructive.


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Added on August 18, 2011
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Tags: vampire, immortal, dark, metaphoric, bloodlust, hopeless, murder, poetry


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joshua deathdealer

Casket City, FL



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"My trepidation of things past is not a song with a beginning, middle and end. But an endless symphony playing infinite variations on the same theme. One day of sadness fades into another and the .. more..

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