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    Default A Couple of Halloween Proses...

    I know I'm weeks early, but I thought posting these might help get some mental wheels turning.

    Edit: At the suggestion of Imnotthere, I'm going to open this up to anyone who has a good piece of Halloween prose/poetry.

    The Birth Of A Monster
    (My adaptation of Frankenstein)

    A flash, a heartbeat, a breath...
    the three heralds of my creation.
    Quilted from pieces, a statue of death,
    the ultimate in scientific inspiration.

    Opening my eyes to my first sight...
    seeing with vision not originally mine.
    Dark clouds, cold rain, and bolts of light
    seemed to be dark heralds fine.

    A voice, a hearing, a recognizing!
    "It's alive!" Could this be he?
    A frail human stick in a white coat! Not suprising!
    Who else would my god and father be?

    He comes to my side, releasing my wrists,
    helping me to a sitting position.
    I try to thank him, but no voice exists!
    A few vocal cords would be a welcome addition!

    I hear him laugh, a frantic, manic thing.
    His eyes held a gleam from the Fires Below.
    "My creation, my triumph over Time's ring!
    Now, my monster, fear my enemies will know!"

    Quickly now, he freed the last strap's tether-
    helped me to my awkward stance.
    I trembled like a windblown feather,
    fearsome to no living thing's glance.

    "Ah, my fearsome legacy, don't shake!
    Soon your strength shall come full measure.
    Then, the world below will quake!
    Their ripe terror will be my pleasure!"

    Entranced was I, so newly risen,
    his words were law I couldn't resist!
    An intellect sparce, with no soul for prison.
    His will was my reason to exist.

    I do his bidding with no guilt or remorse.
    His wicked smile my just reward.
    A golem of flesh, a never tired force...
    a mad scientists' Avenging Sword.
    Last edited by Fallbreeze; 10-02-2010 at 11:39 PM.

    Special Props To Don Ezio for this!

    In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice.

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    The View From The Inside

    Alone in the dark, surrounded by pine,
    I lie here, with not a heartbeat of mine.
    Dreams of ages past echo within
    while I wait for sundown to begin.

    Images of the days long before,
    forgotten times of mythical lore...
    Ah, was I feared from house to shore...!
    Whispered with terror and envy galore.

    Those were the nights of glory, indeed!
    The taste of rich blood, seasoned with greed.
    A wonderful repast for a Lord of Midnight
    to tide himself over until the end of next light.

    The ages moved swiftly, too quickly for Vampyre...
    Lost courtisans to stakes, partners to holy Fire.
    Caution and shadows, my companions in arms
    kept me safe, as well as ethereal vampiric charms.

    My coffin and estate are all I have left
    from all of the emnity that the Hunters have reft.
    Still, modern day has suited me well...
    not much different out there than in literal Hell.

    No one cares if a couple souls are gone away
    before the rising of the day.
    People equate a night visitation of my way
    as their overactive imagination at play.

    The hunger's getting stronger, bolder,
    every century that I get older.
    One of these days, I will be caught...
    my memories of life will be for naught.

    I feel the cooling of sundown against the wood...
    another evening of hunting looking good.
    I wrap my cloak around my frame,
    and add another night to my fame.
    Last edited by Fallbreeze; 10-02-2010 at 09:52 PM.

    Special Props To Don Ezio for this!

    In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice.

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    From White, To Black
    (Actually Part One from a series I was working on)

    A chill whispers in the midnight air,
    catching the strands of jet black hair.
    In the pale moon light, her face glows
    with powers only the forest knows.

    Her fierce blue eyes focus on her task,
    in the Goddess' light, she cannot bask.
    "An' harm it none", was once her rede.
    Harming to one is this night's need.

    He broke her heart without a care,
    as powers dark within her flare.
    A shadow moves over the moon and her heart,
    as a curse and hex she prepares to start.

    She casts her circle, then starts her spell...
    Weaves it strong and weaves it well.
    To him who cast her heart away,
    let love far from his heart ever stay!

    Never shall he cherish any someone,
    to this she focuses, her will to be done.
    Lightning zooms, a dull red flash,
    as her oath as a white witch turns to ash.

    Her task completed, she turns to depart,
    knowing there in her blackened heart
    that what she wrought would be
    brought back on her, one times three!

    A tear slips down her cheek, unheeded.
    She had done what she felt was needed.
    Whatever punishment came from that night,
    no matter what, to her heart, it was right.

    Special Props To Don Ezio for this!

    In war, victory. In peace, vigilance. In death, sacrifice.

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