Curse

Kate · Aug 29, 2006, 05:37 PM // 17:37

These are a few of many poems which I have written...

In the dark, the night stalker walks,
Be careful when alone at night, for that is when she stalks,
As the town is brought to a stop, you could hear a pin drop,
Be afraid, lock your doors, for at nights she is seen feasting in the moors...

Lurking in the shadows, as quiet as a mouse,
lurking in the shadows, as sneaky as a louse...

But, as she was out feasting one night,
Just before she took a bite,
A blond haired man passed her silently by,
This man caught more than her eye, But her heart aswell,
As if it was, in a spiders web, a helpless fly...

'Good evening Sir' She said to the man, hiding her face with her hood,
'Good evening Miss, May I say if I could, that hood of yours is a bit dim, prehaps the proper word for it is grim...'

He gently pulled her hood up, before he saw, the thing which she most despised,
The two deadly, pointed fangs and those glistening, purely black eyes...

The man gripped his bow, loaded with an arrow, stepped back in suprise, his bow on the rise...

Yet, as Vampira looked to the man, her skin a perfect tan,
She did not feel the need to feast,
'Could it be love that weakens the beast?'
She thought to herself, yet not aloud,
'Then it must be love in this man I have found...'

The man lower'd his bow, as she asked, 'Who are you?'
He would see where this would go, so he answered her, 'Rezitzu'
And, as he looked in her eyes, he saw into her soul,
And, he did not see the beast of which he was told,
She pressed up against him, she did not hiss,
And there they shared true love's first kiss...

Then, as though the dead would awaken,
Vampira's curse was rapidly taken,
Those wretched fangs, that bathed in blood,
Dissolved into nothing, as if watery mud,
Then, as she looked to the man, the black in her eyes vanished, replaced instead by hazel eyes,
And, to this, the couple reacted with great suprise,
'The deadly fangs gone and now human eyes?!'

Lurking in the shadows, she is no more,
Instead of feasting off them, she gives money to the poor,
Do not be afraid, for no more shall she feast,
For true love is the best weapon used against this beast...

and...

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I must remind you, these are only a percentage of my poems...

Storm Crow · Aug 29, 2006, 09:16 PM // 21:16

Very nice indeed. I'd like to see more of your work, if it's no trouble typing it up, if you have yet to.

This particular poem uses an old cliche, but it's used and written in a way that few have managed to pull off. Good rhyme, but the rhythm could use a little work, the flow is nice, and there seems to be a hint of a 'read between the lines' kind of thinking behind it...Mystery is a thing often used to a poet's advantage, and this is a very good example.

Kate · Aug 30, 2006, 09:16 AM // 09:16

lol, just to explain, these were written for people in this other game I just quit.

I was Vampira and my Boyfriend (the poor, poor guy) is Rezitzu.

Here's a drawing a talented artist kindly drew for us...

Mabye I should have explained sooner, lol

TheMadKingGeorge · Aug 30, 2006, 02:25 PM // 14:25

if only this was real i wouldnt mind being stalked by her

TheMadKingGeorge · Aug 30, 2006, 02:29 PM // 14:29

Quote:

Originally Posted by Kate

These are a few of many poems which I have written...

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The man gripped his bow, loaded with an arrow, stepped back in suprise, his bow on the rise...

http://katekab.blogspot.com/

I must remind you, these are only a percentage of my poems...

Hmmm Inuendos

Ristaron · Aug 30, 2006, 06:54 PM // 18:54

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Originally Posted by TheMadKingGeorge

Hmmm Inuendos

HAH! I love it.

The poem too, very nice.

Unreal Cyn · Aug 31, 2006, 01:25 AM // 01:25

I must agree this was fantastic. Well done Kate! And yeah MadKing, that was funny as hell

Kate · Sep 04, 2006, 09:53 AM // 09:53

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Originally Posted by Storm Crow

Very nice indeed. I'd like to see more of your work, if it's no trouble typing it up, if you have yet to.

April Fools
"I don't know about this, Forte" a trembling voice in the darkness said, "Isin't this the place in the tale?"

No response.

"Forte?...Forte?"

Silence.

A growling sound could be heard in the darkness, then footsteps, someone was running quickly.

Short, loud breaths were heard as the growling got louder and louder, a crash as the footsteps stopped.

A scream as loud ripping and tearing sounds echoed throughout the pitch black.

Then all fell silent.

Forte was walking back to where he had left his friend last night, his Elegant Armour glistened in the rising sun, along with the nauseous green color of the swamp. He grinned to himself at the prank that he had played on her on April Fools' Day, no less. He thought about the 'scary' children's tale that she always told him whenever they came here.

His eyes rested on the place and he thought about how scared Vampira must have been, before he reassured himself that it was just a tale and reminded himself of it...

"Don't go walking in the swamp in the dead of night,
For that is when bloodthirsty bats take flight,
And that is when the wingos will come to feast,
But of your problems, these are least...

Your prayers shall not be heard,
If you go at the dead of night,
For even if you run and take flight like a bird,
The beast shall feast tonight...

So heed this warning, while you can,
The beast shows no mercy, it's worse than your hangman,
Worse than all those things that go bump in the night,
So heed my warning and do not dare to go by the swamp tonight..."

Forte said this and found himself looking terrified, his hands shaking. He nervously laughed to himself, he heard a rustle behind him, his pupils dilated, his blood pumped loudly in his ears, the rustling grew louder and louder, closer and closer...

Forte drew his silver sword and, grasping the handle with both hands, he swung it furiously, cutting the air as he followed the, now surrounding him, rustling...

He heard a hiss behind him and, fueled by adreline which was now pumping through his veins, turned around. Forte put away his sword, wiped his sweat off his forehead and reassured himself, "Just a snake" yet kept a hand over the handle of his weapon.

Forte felt something on his shoulder...

All his color suddenly vanishing, Forte was scared stiff, his head echoing his heartbeat, a voice in his ear, it gave the impression that its owner was worn out, restless and very weak...

"Forte..."

Something crashed onto the ground at his heels.

Keeping a hand over the handle of his unsheathed sword, Forte turned slowly around and crouched down. He felt it...It was bloodied hair. He turned the figure gently onto her back, there was no mistaking that it was his friend, Vampira...

Forte desperately felt for a pulse...with no success. He knelt beside her, looked around the empty swamp, then got on top of her, taking a quick breath as he did so.

Putting his ear inches from her slightly open lips, he heard no air. Forte was talking to Vampira, as if she could hear him while he nervously laughed...

"C'mon Vamp...It was just a prank"

After a long pause, Forte spoke again, "What have I done to you?" He said, staring at her blood on his hands.

Suddenly, Forte gave her the kiss of life, he was about to pull back from her when he felt her hands grasping at the hair on the back of his neck, not letting him pull back.

Forte caught a glimpse of something. It was moonlight, the swamp, the haunted house, everything was growing darker. He heard growling all around him. He pulled back from Vampira and pulled her onto her feet, she could stand on her own, miraculously.

Forte then saw them, pairs of red eyes glowing in the darkness, sorrounding Vampira and himself...he believed in the tale now...

"The wingos will come to feast"

Pulling out his blade and circling around Vampira, his back to her, defensively, Forte wasn't scared, only one thing scared him more than the haunted house -the beast itself.

The bats circled around them, their wings flapping simultaneously, like a drum signaling their death. Forte thought...

"The bloodthirsty bats take flight"

Above this sound could be heard eerie deafening screeches as the bats lunged at Forte, ripping his clothes, scratching him furiously.

Suddenly, the screeching stopped, the bats disappeared back into the darkness. The wingos stared at them, as if waiting for something.

There was deadly silence throughout the swamp.

Then...something flew through the darkness and landed a few feet in front of Forte. It was a very bloodied corpse, Forte knelt down and said, "It's Luckyluc, the guy who never wears any pants..."

But Vampira was staring, as if in a trance, into where the corpse had emerged from. There was a growling sound... Forte thought to himself...

"Your prayers shall not be heard,
If you go at the dead of night,
For even if you run and take flight like a bird,
The beast shall feast tonight..."

A man came out into the moonlight, he looked tired and weak, his pink hair was scraggy and unbrushed, his fairy hat hung off his head. He dropped to his knees and clenched his hands as if he was praying. The man then looked to Forte, who recognized his old friend, "Jimmi? Is that you?", Forte went to aid the man before Jimmi shouted at him, "Run...Run, while you still can!"

"C'mon Vamp..." Forte said, pulling on her arm, but it was as if she were glued to the spot.
"Vamp?" He said again.

Vampira walked towards where Jimmi lay, he grinned up at her as his ears turned long.
Jimmi jumped on Vampira, sending her onto the ground. He pinned her down by getting on top of her, holding her wrists firmly down. Vampira squirmed and yelled for Forte, who had his glistening silver sword in hand, yet the bats were back, circling around him so he couldn't see anything other than them, he couldn't hear anything other than Vampira screaming his name.

Jimmi kept kissing Vampira's neck, grinning sadistically, his eyes became purely black.

Slashing at the bats, ignoring their sharp teeth on his skin, Forte heard another blade swishing through them. It wasn't long before they became less and less in number. Forte saw who his assistant was.

Yoosh walked up to Forte, a twin bladed silver sword on his belt, he had short, black hair.

"Thanks" Forte said.
"No prob-" Yoosh's reply was cut short as a wingo had hurled itself on him, ripping through his clothes, it's head was cut off by Forte.

Meanwhile, Jimmi was kissing Vampira's lips, not allowing her to break free. He was also telling her, sadistically, that she was going to be his queen, despite her opinions.

A squelching sound, Vampira saw the end of a Killing Edge blade sticking out from his stomach, she closed her eyes at the dreaded sound of the sword being pulled out, tearing skin, veins and bones as it did. Jimmi lay next to her, dead and bloodied, a voice said to her,

"Vamp?"

Vampira opened her eyes...

Forte was slashing wingos furiously, they seemed to be...retreating? He thought this odd, yet was grateful to whoever or whatever had called them off. He put away his bloodied sword and helped Yoosh to his feet.

Vampira was standing facing her rescuer, who had a smug grim on his face. She rolled her eyes and said to him...

"I could have handled him myself, you know"

The man smirked and said, in a sarcastic voice...

"Yeah, it really seemed like you were handling him"

The man spoke again after a long pause...
"How about a kiss for your hero, eh?"
Vampira smiled and walked up to him, then slapped him, hard yet no mark was left.

"Save it, Zem"

As the moonlight shone on her, long, black nails grew from Vampira's fingertips as her hair and eyes turned purely black.
Vampira snarled at Zemeckis, vicious canine teeth coming into view. Zemeckis took a step back, eyeing the teeth, grasping the handle of his Killing Edge firmly. Forte came in between them, Vampira spoke while wrapping her hand around Forte's neck,

"You have to kill me...before I attack anyone"

With that she furiously threw him backwards.

Vampira went to attack Zemeckis... tears in her black eyes, she grasped her dagger firmly in her hands and moved it to her stomach. Her eyes open wider as she plunged the dagger into her stomach and, looking at the three men, collapsed onto her knees and, taking one final look at Forte, fell down onto the marsh, dead.

"...The Beast is dead" Zemeckis said as they stood in a triangle around her, looking down at her lifeless form and put their weapons away, tears glistening in their eyes.