Title: Death Through Ages

By Andrew Leon

Email: vampirelestat1@home.com

Summary: Here's some poetry I wrote a few weeks ago, after watching City of Lost Children.

The elderly

To the tomb.

The child

To the womb

Both die

But one too soon.

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Curse for Me.

Woe is me

To be given the curse

To invade her happiness

With such terrible

News.

I must be the carrier

Of such news, however

For, if it were not me,

I could not comfort her

When she needs it

Most.

I am but her humble

Servant and I will

Forever force my

Affections to lie dormant

Until such as my Heart's

Question is answered.

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My Soul.

Love,

The passion that speaks most

To the Heart

But least

To the brain.

Can I fill my soul up

With the lustful droppings

Of you sweet kiss?

Can the angels within

My soul sing to me of your

Attributes?

Those loveful eyes

Do watch the heavens

But do they also watch

Me?

Can I never find the

Words enough to know

That I may find my place within

Your heart?

Oh, but say I could

Or extinguish the fire of my soul

Forever more.

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The Horror of Waiting.

I watch,

The silent predator.

How often have we been down this way,

My dear prey?

We both know how this night will turn out.

We both feel it in our bones.

You are so lovely in your fake shell.

How odd that the first amongst you

On this night is chosen.

I move, stealthly, within her sphere.

Wait...I cannot move.

Her sole body motion is

Forward for the briefest of moments,

Until her help comes.

I will wait. I can wait.

"I'm here and always aware."

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