Saturday, February 07, 2009


Born in the silence,
buried in the sands of time,
there is an hidden flame
that yet has to be seen,

the fire within.

The sweet taste of your crimson blood
the bittersweet taste of an ancient power
Give it to me for my lust.

Come, come closer to me,
my bloodlust is craving for you.
Will you be forever mine?

But, beware
to never wish of it,if you will be reached by the wisdom
of those that once failed to become immortals.

© Diana Mistera 2009

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