Cursed

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.

  

Author's Note

Not my best work, but I hope it is satisfactory

Reviews

[Patricia B. Hepler]

Dark yet well phrased;... "I feed on the red liquor drunk from pleasure." ...

This poem strongly suggests this is written from a vampire's point of view. Good work, Forgotten. ~pat

[JuniperPearl]

Nice piece. I really love the line "Sweet and succulent like the devils succubus"...good use of vocabulary and consonance.

I think you did a good job of taking a theme which could very easily become very common and simple and elevating to a more mature level.

[Forgotten]

Thank you for your review, I really do try not to use too cliché terms to describe the topic I try to describe :)

[JuniperPearl]

I've noticed that and you do succeed very well. That is one of the reason I do enjoy your work so much. :)

[Forgotten]

Well thank you, it's always nice to hear such kind words about my work, and even nicer to hear you enjoy it also :)