“Within the darkness of night,
Bring forth the black rose,
For thy morbid mistress awaits,
Hear the mortals screams as she wakes,
Her beauty shines from the darkness within her eyes,
Skin white as snow and eyes dark as sulphur,
Oh what I would give for her,
Just to hear her call my name,”
What I would give,
For her to be mine,
I’d dig my grave,
For I want her beauty to be mine,
Oh what hath spawned that evil vixen from hells gate,
But only from lucifers mouth,
Can her freedom be set,
She walks the path of darkness,
That will always be met,
She mourns the day,
And with the darkness comes her appetite to feed on human flesh,
Morbidity within her soul, and hatred for those who do not know,
Of the life that they could have,
Though darkness has claimed her soul,
She walks as though she doesn’t know,
The end for her is near,
And it is truly clear,
“Remember the days,
with the sun and it’s rays,
when it shined upon us,
no judgement was passed,
and we walked free in the world,”
Is it true what they say,
There is no beauty without cruelty,
Though to take her life from her,
Would be far worse than she could ever do,
“now we feel the pain of it all,
for our memories kill her,
and I cannot lose her,
for she is so cruel.”
Her sins cannot be unmasked,
For she is the devil within our thoughts,
And pain she seeks cannot be reaped,
From the minds of mortal men,
“as the night closes in and shadows lengthen across the land,
the mistress rises to take my hand,
her hands as cold as death and eyes as dark as dusk,
yet I can see the cruelty in her face but adore her musk,”
with all her beauty and flesh adored,
she took my hand and delivered the visions of the life she has led,
pain swept through my body as I fell to the floor, screaming in agony,
I saw her life through her eyes,
Felt the feelings that she despised,
And the screams of her victims,
For they hadn’t moved from her mind,
And from the pain she’d given to me,
I received an eternity as she was,
Damned and departed from the lord,
Not that I wanted to be of the light,
Morbid Mistress,
Thy Morbid Mistress,
Morbid Mistress,
Thy Morbid Mistress,
My blood runs cold eternally for thee,
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A darker side to love
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- The Deepest Love by heartfullofvenom.
245 points, ended July 26, 2007, 19 entries
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woot
that was extreamly brilliant
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wow it was excellent!It definitely showed a darker side of love. And you used very good wording.And i loved the story line, it was sad but very ( cant really put it into word)... emotional. I loved it.
the ending was cool too.
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i like the sort of embellished old englished use throughout the piece (thy, hath) and live the use of quotations.
the character behind it leave a lot to be known but oi think the point is that we understand the morbid mistress herself... and that has been accomplished. good write. -
Well, it's different, but I liked it. It was a little hard for me to follow because your structure wasn't always the same, but I took it that you wanted it to be that way because of the feeling of your "character". The idea behind this, I think, was very creative, and you did an excellent job. I liked how some parts rhymed, and others didn't, and I especially like how you showed that your character was still in love no matter how curel or impure the "Morbid Mistress" was.
Great Job.
C.E.
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I agree with Master. Well done. This truly impressed me.
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this is really good. i agree with master of darkness... those were my favourite lines too. well done! <3
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This was about vampires? Wow, gotta love them! I liked how you wrote this...it kinda reminded me of Akasha but it was about love...so not really. My favorite parts was, "“as the night closes in and shadows lengthen across the land,
the mistress rises to take my hand,
her hands as cold as death and eyes as dark as dusk,
yet I can see the cruelty in her face but adore her musk,”...Good job, really!
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