Zitat von lady_demornay am 18 Dezember, 2005, 1250 Uhr

I adore your works, however you already know this... :wink: Keep up the good work.

I very much liked Spiral, as this was a new one which I had not seen thus far.

One of these days I'll get inside that head of yours..... :twisted:

~*beaucoup de baisers*~
Sidonia DeMornay

Zitat von maestro am 18 Dezember, 2005, 1321 Uhr

brilliant! *applaudes*

now that is the kind of poetry we need :twisted:
fitting to visuals and as dirty as the rest of this place, i just love them.

who would have thought that? :roll:

Zitat von sunrava am 20 Dezember, 2005, 0130 Uhr

amazing as always dear brother... truly you are worthy to carry our familys name.

and Sid be mindful of what you wish for.. the mind can be a frightening and disorienting thing...

and with that let me enter my own installment in the fray

"Masquerade"

Crowds have gathered in the feasting hall,
Sipping their sweet chardonnays,
Speaking equally sugared words,
They mingle with fellow classmen.

As the bancquet is served,
The meats juicy and all aglaze,
The vegetables boiled and neatly cut,
Conversation turns to food.

Their bellies full and cups emptied,
They smother each other with niceties,
They dance their fools dances,

Noone notices him walk in,
Coin between fingers, cane in hand,
The face he wears blank of distinction,
His clothes the finest silk.

He drops his hat and enters the dance,
Grasping her hand and holding tight,
He makes her vision swim in lust,
Telling her sweet things not true.

They retire to the cool night air,
He speaks of beauty in the night,
She of biting frost on leaves,
He gives to her a deep red rose.

As she smiles, so does he,
His smile dazzles and clouds her mind,
Teeth bared, he takes her,
Leaving only innocence behind.

As she crumples to the ground he smiles,
Contented of his lust for one more night,
He turns back to the dancers in the hall,
Mortals all he thinks to himself.

Mist gathers and he is gone,
The crisp night air now empty,
But for the lonely dead now here,
Forsaken of all, even God.

Sunrava

Zitat von lady_demornay am 21 Dezember, 2005, 0145 Uhr

Rava dearest.... you cease not to amaze me. I knew already that you are a poet as well, yet I must commend you once again. It must run in the family..... *grin*

Aye, how right you are, I must in the future be careful what I wish for.

Thank you, both, for gracing us with your prose.

Sidonia DeMornay

The Huntress

Zitat von ashiri am 18 März, 2006, 2311 Uhr

having not read your work before i must applaude you.
it is well written sunrava.
i loved it and id love to read more
Ashiri

Zitat von robc666 am 18 Dezember, 2006, 2159 Uhr

See what you all think of this. Any comments and critisim will be greatfully ignored.

Beg Her
She comes to me in the night,
Her eyes bleeding and jagged soul on display.
She feeds from my trough and laps at the feast.
When she comes she feels my pride,
Broken inside like glass and the vivid splash of blood.
Pale skin in the wicked night,
Pale love in the fractured dream.
She may be broken and torn from my thorns,
she may be damaged beyond repair.

When she comes in the night she brings my fear,
calling again like a lost lover.
In the night she comes into my head and leaves me bleeding red.
In the night she feels the best,
In the night she moves without rest.

The next time she comes she'll slice my flesh,
Move her blade through my tortured skin with ease.
I'll let her hurt me just to feel her heat,
Let her break me on her subtle cross.
She'll whip my flesh and call it home,
Whip my soul and call it life.
I'll let her hurt me with her spikes,
Let her chain me and break my pride.
I'll beg her for more in the holy night,
Beg for pain in the coming rain.