A poem inspired by the Muse of Cold Earth.
Grief
Prolong my vampiric edge
My lifespan, wide as a pin, as long as a road whose end is
Smothered in mist
-Regard the little people as you would
Ghouls and cattle
All with varying purposes and different odors
Match majesty with majesty
Look me in the eye and tell me I’m out of control as I drain another bottle and toss
It off into the darkness
It crashes, splits and fragments on the legs of the city bridge
But I can’t hear it over the slow
Slow
Beating of my noisy heart
-If there was enough blood to quench my hopeless thirst for comfort we
Would already be drowning in an ocean of it
Like
The half demon monsters
Who haunted the first patriarchs and saints
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Thanks! It was certainly a practice in the art of catharsis.
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