The much-awaited Issue #2 of Paranormal Community's NECROCITY TIMES MAGAZINE in association with @ParanormalLovers exclusively for this Valentine's season!
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Poetry, ahh, the subject itself is so mercurial, so soft and silken and so hard to grasp at times. It slips between the fingers like the words slip between the folds of the mind. We all like poetry, some of us like it when it rhymes, some of us like it when it talks to us, sometimes we like to talk back to it, some of us feel it is the epitome of emotion. Poetry is all of that and more.
But you might wonder who I am? Well I am part of the Bards who entertain the Magistra with their poetry.
I am here to talk a bit about it, but I won't bore you too much, we also have some love filled haunted verses, we wrote just for this month's magazine.
Poetry isn't just an expression of emotions, it is an explosion of emotions. It is the picture that paints the canvas of your mind with the colours of love, lost, happiness, rage, disgust, ignorance, of the most carnal of emotions. Yet it is as pure as a suckling child. That is why we write poetry, to express ourselves.
I think that is why the Magistra keeps us around as well. She loves some emotion once in awhile, but don't go telling her that I said so or she'll have us hanging until the next magazine comes around! Enjoy the explosion of the emotions that we bards present to you!
Love Kills
I waited to see you, I waited till the sun set deep, till the blood in my veins hummed, Hummed your name, Whispered it in my ears, Was this love I felt? Coursing like molten lead? Through my body, Pounding in my head? Why do you, a mere mortal! Affect me so?
I am the lord of night, Even darkness cowers in front of me! Yet Your musk tortures me so,
I know nothing will come of this, This burning will ever consume me, Because I know how it will end, If we ever meet, blood will be shed, For even my love, my madness for you, Cannot stop the monster inside me.
I pray I have the strength, to see you live, For I would rather you die old, Than in my hands, bleeding, I pray to those gods I have forsaken, I pray, for you my love, For, who better than I to know, The true meaning of, Love Kills.
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Editor's Note:
Are you yourself an aspiring Paranormal poet? We'd love to see what you've got!
Head over to the Haunted Verses poetry book available on the ParanormalCommunity profile to submit your poems and find out more about our talented bards.
Look out for more upcoming poetry written exclusively for Necrocity Times Isssue #2!
