Friday, October 28, 2005

Deeply in Love with Dracula’s Daughter


Strolling in the graveyard
with roses in my hand.
The fog rolling in,
for her tryst with sin.
A banshee screams,
in my nightmarish dream.

Deeply in love with Dracula’s daughter.

Creatures of darkness
what music they make.
Life in the night, most don't know,
lives in the shadows, which light throws.
Terror runs deep where murkiness falls.
Thirst never quenched from hunger’s call.

Deeply in love with Dracula's Daughter.

Never could fathom
in my wildest dreams.
Life has its own course, it seems
It follows only its own whims
I cannot but help whom I love;
I cannot help that she thrives on blood.

Deeply in love with Dracula’s Daughter

Unmindful of what others think,
I trudge along towards my queen.
Our nuptials to be held on Halloween.
I look forward to good times ahead
But vampires in love with her, are sad
as I will be calling Dracula, dad.

Deeply in love with Dracula's Daughter.

The very thought of her
love-bites after twilight;
her scratching nails all through the night
her bloody kisses just before dawn,
her writhing body against my own,
just stop short of driving me wild.

Deeply in love with Dracula's Daughter.





3 comments:

Shoe said...

very nuce poem...Loved it!!!

Just A Human said...

Hey I inspire a lot from your words... Awesome ...

ok let me try hmmm.. ok

bloodymoon
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nails deep down my back
teeth planted on my neck

my heart pumping life
sucking it from the bee hive

rolling on fire
draped with barbwire

howling like wolves
screaming out the psyches

in the night dark as abyss
endlessly burning each other

wait is for death - the climax

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gautami tripathy said...

Thanks Shubha for reading and liking it.

Thanks just a human, you write well too!

Hey Manoj, I am OK.

Thanks Deb....Glad you liked it...