CursedA Poem by Forgotten
I bite into the cursed fruit,
And let the blood drip from my wicked lips, Sweet and succulent like the devils succubus, Like a thick aroma one cannot escape, I feed on the red liquor drunk from pleasure. I am not a slave to the hands of time, Living within an eternity I am a spectre of the night, Only the shadows to whisper my blackened name, Yet echoing throughout time it shall remain, Lingering in the ears of those deafened by screams. Upon the nights chilled spirit I reside, My legend carried upon the wind, I am eternal, I am cursed, Without feeling or reason, I may as well... be nothing but a shadow in the shade. © 2012 ForgottenAuthor's Note
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13 Reviews Added on September 23, 2012 Last Updated on September 23, 2012 AuthorForgottenGloucestershire, Stroud, United KingdomAboutMy real name is John-Paul Crawford, I do voluntary work at Stroud FM and hopefully after my training will be allowed my own slot on air. Writing takes up most of my time, I'm always trying to better m.. more..Writing
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