Vampirella, the epitome of cadaverous,
the spitting image of death, it was cancerous.
Skin sewn from spider's silk,
churned in a glass of tainted milk.
Cobwebs spun from her hair,
her visage gave me quite the scare.
A phantom risen from the grave,
a blasphemous ache in my heart was engraved.
I never believed your beauty would spoil,
your corpse bloomed from brittle soil.
A portrait of temptful demise,
denied from the light of the cruel sunrise.
In your eyes, I was always yours,
a puppet to dance until I was sore.
You were the thorn of a rose born to wilt,
how could I ever believe that you could be rebuilt?
You infect those who touch you,
you laughed as my misery grew.
You pricked my finger when I plucked you from sadness,
your cold heart has driven me to madness.
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Nocturnal Lullabies (#Wattys2018 Winner)Poetry
Even within the deepest and most hideous depths of darkness, we may find a glimmer of beauty. Gothic, gloomy and macabre poetry. Featuring works inspired by phantoms, occultism, vampires, cursed maidens, tragic monsters and other haunting themes sur...