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Monday, January 16, 2012

They Come

  I love poetry, and i thought that with all the recent craze of vampires that you would enjoy this piece of mine; it is my favorite.


They Come

The soften night is now in sight, as the day is gone

We look forward, for that special sight of the vampires tonight

For their beauty is bright that we all must want them every night

But for what we think, we must pay it is not worth to say “Come-come…Bite me, I say.”

For there goes our life, just passes in sight, and we are gone, you see

So we just watch the beautiful sight of the vampires by the sea



Their lovely eyes so peaceful to see

Their pale light faces that shine in the sun

So dreamy to see

Their luscious lips we cannot resist to kiss

And peer in close you’ll see the ghost of their teethy fangs

But don’t we all moderately yearn to be bitten, to be smitten by them

O yes…who could resist



And for some reason this night is a special night for the vampires to see

They come in close and we see their ghosts, but we still love them, you see

They approach their lover, the one they know to be

Now mine comes to me and I go to her

She smiles a smile as if she could love me

But I think “‘tis not”, but why not I believe



Inside I swell, she is close to me now

I wraps my arms around her and she tell me how

She turns her head and, in my ear, whispers a tale of many tales

I listen intently and wait for her to say;

“Kiss me, O kiss me, my love.”



But she does not and as she speaks I fall and she grasp me now

Her lips press near my head and there I go into the slow and dreamy sleep

She takes me away, now I must say my good man Íoro will tell the tale



...



The fair maiden the angles call Peit́ìn, took him away

We all know the one he so loves by the name of Álìs of Tarìs

Álìs of Tarìs
We know she is fine but not quite as mine, and I follow her now, as I must



Now my love comes to me and I bestow her, a kiss

She swoos and I ah for we both love with a love of pure love



Now I see Álìs as she creeps near my fellow

She bites him and I see the sight that I might run in fear tonight

For she bites the neck of my fellow and I may be for her cell

So I leave him, my fellow of the Álìs of Tarìs



...



I awoke with the pain of my neck searing now and Álìs standing there, pressing her lips as a kiss

I take her trap

Her mouth opens wide and into my lips her teeth preside

My tong implies my lips be sealed by her evil ways of her teeth do drill

I try to scream but all I feel is the pain, the searing pain of my neck and gills

She looks at me with that innocent look and I am calm once more



She wipes away the blood pressing her lips once again to my mouth, releasing my gills

How sweet I think, but not truly is she

For now, she tries to kill me



I leap to my side reviling a blade

I thrust the ancient craft forward, regaining it’s wield

She lunges for the sword and I wield it up, to the side, and to the heavens, were the god preside

She bounces and sighs as I run for the door

Her jet speed comes in, and I’m blocked by her end

I am in fear and try to keep hold of the weapon I take so dear



She snarls once more and I return a snort, and smash the great weapon down

“Roar!” was her noise and I slice for her face

She dodges with in seconds of my paste

I am no match for her superior speed and now comes the pain once again to me

I kneel, and strain, clutching my neck so faintly in pain

She now takes the blade and wraps around me telling word of love, you see

And once more her sweet lips press into my neck

I daze off for how sweet is she, my lovely Álìs of Tarìs



She whispers, tapping to me

Then thrust the weapon away and with it goes my escape

‘Tis gone, and in love I am sadden, for ‘tis gone



But so lovely she loves me and I love her too

“O once more…” I say asking her to kiss me and stay

She so lovely follows my sweet command

I feel her sweet cold lips press into my warm neck



I forgive her now and I know you would not do so for the sound

But she loves me, she loves me, so sweet is she

That a vampire as her would love a human as me



She finishes her whispered words, as she strokes my head

And here I go off to the land of dreams, my heavenly bed

Asleep I am but still aware

My love now leaves my side, and I bear

I hear her small feet tiptoe across the floor, so sweet…so sweet



She comes back, I still dream, and once more her lips, her cold lips press to my head

I know of her will, now not to please, but still so hard to resist the beautiful Álìs of Tarìs

The blade she wields is now at close sight

“I don’t care, I don’t…” I try to think tonight



It creeps near and there it goes

It swings back and forth

And “Swooooosh!”…there it goes, to my neck I behold

I do a cock of the head; it missed, the sweet luck; I’ve been blessed



Now soothing and sweet, she acts so kind as if nothing wrong was done

I know of this but still yet I yearn for her love

For her love is like unto no other love

My Álìs of Tarìs loves with a true heart

But she is weak to defeat her urge for blood



My love, my love, Álìs of Tarìs now wraps her sweet arms around me and whispers:

“I’m sorry my love.  But I am weak, and I yearn to hear thy love.”

At her sweet words I kiss her, and return the favor she wished

“I love thee, I love thee, and my only love is to thee, my sweet Álìs.”



With the cusp of my words, my beautiful love presses her sweet cold lips to my own

We savored the moment of pure love

Then a disturbance breaks the kiss of kisses, with a tapping on the floor



We scramble to see, but now we flee for the monstrous vampire we see

For no vampire dare go near the master of them all

He treads right in, and I hustle to find a weapon to tussle with him all



He stops with a bang and I part to take the battled one of all

And I flee behind my Álìs of Tarìs

For we think that he might not advance if ‘tis only the beauty of my Álìs



He shakes his head at sight of my beautiful Álìs of Tarìs

Then proceeds behind her coming to grabs me and thrust me to the ground

He gave a great roar and we’re now in terror for he seems to be going to eat us

I rise up my sword to try to endure but he flings me aside leaving Álìs alone

Now with all my strength I toss up my sword prevailing to smite the great vampire



At this demand I run to my woman

I take her aside and run to the upper level, where humans preside



We told them of him but none would convey of that evil, so we were left to defend, I say

He arose from underground roaring and tarring away

I lift up my sword holding strong as my Álìs held me tight

Her love surrounding me, I felt safe, but for the others I am not



The vampire comes with his teeth, staring me in the face

I smile a smile of love and confidence, and protrude the sword to his heel

He screams and wails as Álìs tells the tale of the once evil male



The humans and vampires now realize of the danger they see

They scramble for cover as I take over the battlefield, you see

And once again the giant recovers and comes up and roars

He took his large fist and thrust it to me

I jump back, and then flip to save Álìs of Tarìs

He is angered even more, and thinks to destroy, but I will not let him prevail forever more



Álìs is scared and in fright of the giant vampire tonight

She grasps me close, nudging me to implore

I turn to face her, but I dare not waste her, and I tell her words of love

I then bestow a kiss upon her precious head



The giant vampire came a tapping on the hard ground floor

He gave a grunting and then went punting to kill me ever more

But I dodge him ever saving my precious Álìs of Tarìs



His final tribulations come

I jump once more with Álìs latched to my back

I wield the sword such as a wiled horse and jab it into his eye

As we fall Álìs yells and leaps once more

Her mouth pride open she takes a token form the monster there

The grand beast falls to the floor and he is never more



Though, unlike the beast of the day my Álìs of Tarìs and I stay

She whispers sweet words of love and gratification

And then once more my precious Álìs of Tarìs presses her sweet cold lips to mine and forever more…and forever more


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