| Obsidian By David Roth © 22nd April, 2005 Cold, Black as night Mirrors that reflect Nothing. Skin translucent Rich, as ancient marble Pulse that imitates life Glistens just beneath Its smooth, crystal surface. Thirst for life The bringer of death. The life of the blood Exchanging death for life. Heat of the kill, Passion of the thirst. Lust for the living. Gliding, Not quite walking Appearing, Not quite coming. Sensing, Not quite feeling. Fierce and regal, Old as time itself Dignity transfixed in emptiness, Who walked among empires, Ancient when sand Stood in the places Of pyramids. Parasite, Death walker, Vampyre, Obsidian. |
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