Tuesday 8 November 2011

A Princess of Midnight

Well this poem is for Isabella Midnight. You don't mind being an icy vampire princess do you? Enjoy!


A Princess of Midnight

In mountain peaks of Ireland
In midnight dusky wood
A wistful brooding princess
Devoid of human good

With eyes so melancholy
And pale vampiric skin
A mind so dark and vicious
A form skeletal thin

She waits in the welcome darkness
For a man from foreign lands
A cool, ice hearted creature
With cold immortal hands

She bathes in herbs and poisons
Hemlock and deadly nightshade
For glowing skin and purple eyes
From death is beauty made

A face forever youthful
With lips so black and red
And blood stained pointy teeth
A woman eternally dead

Her name is Isabella
She once was a black veiled bride
And now she walks in silence
With her lover by her side

A pale and icy princess
A dweller of the night
A burning love now frozen
By snows of time so white

She waits awake forever
With eyes that never weep
For the clasp of death eternal
And a never coming sleep

2 comments:

  1. Thanks Octa!

    Truly great Octa, like all your poems! And no, I do not mind being a vampire princess! I am a princess still :P Brilliant!

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  2. *claps*

    Another amazing poem, Octa!

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