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Skyfyre
Senior Member

since 1999-08-15

Posts 1906
Sitting in Michael's Lap

0 posted 1999-12-04 03:52 AM

From Heaven's fold, an angel made descent,
Untouched by the seductive hand of Sin,
To walk the path of Man was his intent,
The secrets of a human soul to win.

Seraph no more, his wings forever furled --
Angelic form, like raiment, cast away --
Unclosing mortal eyes unto the world,
He lifted human arms to greet the day.

For many years, he trod the humble road,
And struggled with his strange humanity;
With joy and sorrow equally bestowed,
He teetered on the edge of sanity.

Corrupted dream, his sentence lingered on,
Upon the bitter earth condemned to roam.
In prayers, he pleaded for the blessed dawn
When welcome Thanatos would bear him home.

On Solstice eve, beneath a moonless sky,
Unsteady steps betrayed by failing sight,
His only peace in knowing Death is nigh,
A wizened elder stumbled through the night.

The forest loomed -- a beast in search of prey --
Uncaring for his life, he knew no fear,
But carried on upon his weary way,
And hoped that sweet surcease would find him here.

A shadow followed, summoned by his pain,
The stroke was swift; and he was loathe to flee.
And, smiling as his life began to wane,
He greeted death with grateful ecstasy ...

The journey into Dark was far from kind;
His spirit tossed upon a violent storm --
And when he woke, 'twas only then to find
That still, in death, he wears a human form!

By Heaven spurned, and in despair, he ran;
As one to whom no hope for peace remains.
His strength surpassed the might of any man;
Unholy hunger raged within his veins.

The shadows part before unnatural sight
And there, the irony of Fate disclosed --
No more would he find solace in the Light --
His respite lay where Dark reigns unopposed.

A house of flesh that wears a demon's name,
Dark Hunter, formed to feed pernicious lust:
His ashes shall defy the mortal flame,
And ne'er shall dust returneth unto dust.

For now is realized his deepest fear:
Eternity in flesh he must endure.
And thus was born the one we call Vampyr --
An angel bearing death forevermore.

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You cannot choose the way of your death, but the path you choose will determine its own end.

DreamEvil
Member Elite

since 1999-06-22

Posts 2396

1 posted 1999-12-04 04:38 AM

You know I like this piece very much. It is a fantastic slant on the vampire creation myth.

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Now and forever, my heart hears ~one voice~.
DreamEvil©
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"Either kill me or take me as I am,
because I'll be damned if I ever change..."

Count Donatien Alphonse Francois de Sade
(Marquis de Sade)

Poet deVine

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-05-26

Posts 22612
Hurricane Alley

2 posted 1999-12-04 05:23 AM

Wonderful! I like this very much. You have a way with words in poetry and in your prose!

Elizabeth

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Member Ascendant

since 1999-06-07

Posts 6871
Minnesota

3 posted 1999-12-04 11:51 AM

Well written, Skyfyre.

Nan

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Member Seraphic

since 1999-05-20

Posts 21191
Cape Cod Massachusetts USA

4 posted 1999-12-04 03:08 PM

You're quite talented, Skyfyre.... Rhyme scheme - iambic pentameter - well developed theme..... 'Tis definitely a 10 - For sure.....

Irish Rose
Member Patricius

since 2000-04-06

Posts 10263

5 posted 2002-01-14 10:40 AM

it's expertly crafted, a wonderful piece
what comforted me was the thought behind it....the angel

Kathleen--(Kay)
A true friend does not love you for who you are, but in spite of who you are." -- Caroline Tran

bsquirrel

Member Rara Avis

since 2000-01-03

Posts 7855

6 posted 2002-07-26 09:56 PM

Wow ... Any poem that uses "surcease" is okay in my book.

She said burn ... together.
-TON

Michael

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Member Rara Avis

since 1999-08-13

Posts 7666
California

7 posted 2020-07-05 03:53 AM

Song of the Unredeemed

The beauty of your mind I sorely miss,
As dear to me as the sound of your voice.
Your song alighting like a gentle kiss,
Which brought the dark within me to rejoice.

A fallen angel, more by choice than chance;
Your touch healing the scars of missing wings.
The very heavens shook with our romance,
Down Eternity’s hall the echo rings.

Your words, they will hold me beyond forever.
Far past this life and soul that I have doomed.
To walk the wasteland of pointless endeavor,
Longing for that which cannot be exhumed.

But while fate of your Vampyr has been sealed,
I can still hope, and do, Time's found you healed.

Michael

[This message has been edited by Michael (07-05-2020 05:00 AM).]

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