Former Glory

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Former Glory

You came to me in the still of the night,

Moving as nothing more than a shadow.

The pale moonlight played tricks in your eyes,

As you gazed upon me,

Holding out your hand to me,

Promising me things only offered in dreams.

Your voice soothed me like no other,

Yet something deep within me warned me.

Mesmerized I took your offered hand,

Rising with you.

We seemed to move as one.

Still you whispered to me,

Leaning closer towards me…

I barely felt as you sank your fangs into my neck,

And only when a pain coursed through me

Did I realize what has happened.

The world begins to spin,

As my vision clouds,

Yet you do not let me die.

Instead you feed life into me,

Placing me gingerly on the floor.

As magically as you appeared,

You vanish just the same.

Leaving me where I lie,

A shell of the former glory,

That had been me.

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In science one tries to tell people, in such a way as to be understood by everyone, something that no one ever knew before. But in poetry, it's the exact opposite.

Franz Kafka (1883-1924) Czech writer.

ABogart’s Poems (8)

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Children of the Night 1
Former Glory 0
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Dying Love 0
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Lonely Child 0
Show No Mercy 0