Orlok
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Post by Orlok on Oct 8, 2011 17:02:19 GMT
Death's Head am I, silver-green Eerily glowing-in-the-doomy-dark, See my delicate feather-like wings, Wings of an ethereal ghost, deadly antennae, Scented fatally with secret moth codes. And I stare unblinking... I watch my own wings flap open; My life is balanced on my fingertips, Weightless and shimmering, fearful of what? I dare not ask that, for I fear the answer, The response of night-creatures baying at the moon. And I fly forth to bring death To frail creatures of mere flesh, O the joy as my teeth sink into waiting necks And give proboscis-light kisses their spines, My tongue savouring their dying essence. Attachments:
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Post by Daphne on Oct 8, 2011 17:12:43 GMT
A warm welcome to you, Orlok! I liked this poem a lot and look forward to more fo your writings! I have created a personal section just for you!
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Post by sadlonelyguy on Oct 8, 2011 19:27:46 GMT
Wow! That's scary!
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Orlok
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Post by Orlok on Oct 9, 2011 17:58:04 GMT
Scary? I will write things that will make your eyes water.
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Post by alex on Oct 9, 2011 22:44:41 GMT
you're not looking very well at all Mr Orlok. Or is it just a bad picture?
I'm not very photogenic either.
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Post by Daphne on Oct 9, 2011 23:47:35 GMT
I think Mr Orlok's postings are quite creepy, not as creepy as some people I have met, at least he's not a queer-basher like some.......
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Post by England Awaken! on Oct 12, 2011 11:25:08 GMT
Another example of moral degeneracy!
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