Post by Kitsun on Jun 29, 2004 1:34:58 GMT
PTS: No magic, single curse, reference to supernatural beings. And it's not a true sonnet, not being in iambic pantameter.
The Vampire's Sonnet
Black-burned wings shed pinions through the night,
The plumes of dark sorrow caressed by a wind;
Immortal beauty illum’d by candlelight,
Lovely blanched face like a death’s head that grinned.
Soft-like-blood lips frowned in quiet repose
(The marks of a soul that still wonders its guilt)
The immortal beauty wears an immortal rose,
Desperate love upon which a suffered life built.
The angel’s long fallen, the songs have been sung
(And still the dark demons weave dreams in her ears)
The sword’s blade is broken, the deed has been done,
And upon her damnation of ten thousand years.
This creature, so loved, and this woman so hated—<br>This vampire to eternities of suffering fated.
The Vampire's Sonnet
Black-burned wings shed pinions through the night,
The plumes of dark sorrow caressed by a wind;
Immortal beauty illum’d by candlelight,
Lovely blanched face like a death’s head that grinned.
Soft-like-blood lips frowned in quiet repose
(The marks of a soul that still wonders its guilt)
The immortal beauty wears an immortal rose,
Desperate love upon which a suffered life built.
The angel’s long fallen, the songs have been sung
(And still the dark demons weave dreams in her ears)
The sword’s blade is broken, the deed has been done,
And upon her damnation of ten thousand years.
This creature, so loved, and this woman so hated—<br>This vampire to eternities of suffering fated.
