Friday, April 18, 2008

Bellows

The night was blind and deaf,
you were calling me
to be at your side forevermore.

An immortal lie in which I fall
with my heart thirsty of blood.
His dark mantel
like wings of an angel
Memories burnt like fire
desires were awaken by a vampire.

And my despair...
an empty cry in the air.

© Diana Mistera 2008

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