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The Killing Of Amaranta
Contributed by
Crimson_Rose
on
Wednesday, 26th January 2005 @ 07:48:02 PM in AEST
Topic:
DarkPoetry
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Okay, so Desmond told me to hurry,
Im glad that some of you worthy people out there like this,
You must stay tuned; its a great story indeed
I wont give you the slightest of a clue,
Youll just have to read on, simply read on
It was Desmond, whose eyes darted around in suspicion
He wanted to make sure no one was going to see,
See what he was going to do next
First it would be Amaranta,
Seduced by the one vampire who would kill her
How could anyone resist me you say?
Well, no one can, for one Im charming
Its not only my handsome looks that give it away
Or maybe its just the dark aura that makes me,
Either way, Amaranta didnt know what was coming to her
The parents had to go last,
They where the ones who hoarded most of the plentiful riches
Sure Amaranta had that family jewel,
I wanted to get my hands on that first
Be sure to queue the evil laugh (Ahahahaha)
Ahem, anywayenough! On with the story!
So it commenced,
Amaranta had surrendered to me,
She held my hand with giddy anticipation
Her light rose lips suddenly brushed my cheek
An enchanting smirk materialized on my face
Amarantas face blushed into shades of red
I laughed slightly at her sweet innocence,
But soon that toxic wave of lust clouded my sight
Her grip tightened on my hand,
As she opened the door to her dark room
She pushed the white, French doors closed,
I pulled the golden cord and the gossamer curtains fell
In the dark her gray eyes glowed
They searched for me in the hollow room
Until at last, Id found her
My fingers twirled around the strings of her corset
Slowly, enjoying every moment, I untied it
I slipped it off, my hands rushed down her arm
I knew I was traveling into secret territory
She never stopped me
Having fun in the dark, there is no need for light
My arms wrapped around her little waist
Hands quickly descended upwards
Amaranta let out a gentle whimper
Chills were causing Goosebumps to appear
She turned her body around, and found the silver buttons on my shirt
Fangs began to emerge from their sheaths,
I grabbed hold of her gleaming face,
As my fiery kisses were dotting her neck,
A vampiric growl escaped my lips
My pearly daggers ripped and shredded her neck,
Like an eccentric butcher would do to a slab of meat
They tore away at her fading flesh,
I silenced her terrified screams, but victoriously
Her graceful voice disappeared into the air
I took the jewel from the ground, and modestly put in my breast pocket
Crimson blood gushed from the void in her neck
A crystal glass from the dresser I took,
And happily drank the remaining blood
I kicked her limp body over,
Admiring the beauty of death
Copyright ©
Crimson_Rose
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2005-01-26 19:48:02]
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