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The Fallen Angel Series
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 Welcome, haunted readers, to a new series of mine...fallen angel.
 This series of poems involves Satan, or Satain as I prefer,
 as a cursed ancient man....the first and father of all
 the vampyre clans....
 
 So read on, and enjoy...
 
 he he he....
 
 
Fallen Angel - The Curse From the dark a shadowed form Moves langourously slow, Coming from the darkened night... From where, you just donít know. In form he is perfection, A type of ideal man... But thereís something just not right... You donít quite understand. Itís his eyes and teeth that look Both dreadful and bizarre... Yellowed eyes and razored fangs Are his cold beautyís scar. Standing frozen by his gaze Fueled by an icy will youíre helpless, at his mercy. Heís free to spare or kill. Unsafe place to take a stroll... Heís speaking now at last, Though his tone is whisper-soft, It packs a glacial blast! In terror, now, you can sense His power, dire and fell. Though you know not who he is, Heís evil, you can tell. As he grins his hellish smile His sharp fangs brightly shine. ...I could drain you of your blood, The choice is purely mine. Come with me, I wish an ear, Someone with which to talk... Hear my blackened history While we take our short walk. Helplessly, youíre moving now To follow in his wake As he steps into the woods... In fear your body shakes. Eternity seems to pass, Youíre moving through the wood, Till he stops and looks about... Hereís the spot, this is good. Entering the hidden glen He makes you take a seat On a stump and seats himself, Slowly crossing his feet. Why I wish to tell you this, I truly do not know, What I am is obvious... Undead, and gladly so! What I am is clear and plain, But WHO I am is not. History has got it wrong About my cursed lot. Iím the first of all the rest Of the Nosferatu, Father of the vampire clan... Itís Lucifer to you! But since my rise to this state, I much prefer Satain... A regal name for the rise To greatness Iíve attained. Disbelief shows through your fear, Things such as this today? But one look in Satainsí face Drives all your doubts away. Giving you a hungry look Satain is going on With the truth about his past While you sit, pale and wan. I never was an angel, Thatís mankindsí fairy tale. Instead, an aide to the King, One whom he trusted well. It could be said, I suppose, That treason was my crime... But, in my view, I just took The power that was mine. You see, as he continues, That conscience is not there. In his mind, Satain deserves Supreme powír everywhere. His piercing stare breaks your thoughts, Your heart is beating loud... It seems as if he can see You both inside and out. Your pulsing bloodís sensual, A rhythmic pulsing stream... Nectar of dark gods, it is, Lifeís moving, vital theme. He clears his thoughts, shaking head, And shows a wicked grin... You can see, his self-control Is wearing pretty thin! But I digress! Iíll go on With my tale...youíre not bored? Furiously, your head shakes... To his full tale youíre moored! Iím flattered by your interest... His smile shows pointed teeth, As once again heís speaking To your intense relief. Ah yes! The old uprising, My best laid plans went bad. Twas one hundred-thousand years! A long fight I have had. That sorcerous king cursed me, An udead spell was cast. He lacked an understanding Of powír this gave at last. By my will I was able To turn and use the curse. At lenghthmy lot was bettered, His situation worse. I learned through trial and error How I could procreate, Bringing undead servants To serve me in their hate. Unfortunately the king Gave up his mortal life Opposing me forever In an immortal strife. He limits the percentage Of vampyres I can make With his damned sorceries... His power I canít break. If I could only kill him, The world would then be mine. Wickedness would rule at large, The worldíís warm blood mine! Despite your fear, youíre speaking, Unbidden thoughts arise... Why canít you just track him down With armies thick as flies? Satain speaks, shaking his head, Itís not so simply done... He has his army also, Not so easily won. While I create immortals, He will not do the same. He eíer recruits the living To fight me in his name. Vampyre slayers are my bane, Each generation fresh, Taking toll within my ranks, Iíll rend and tear their flesh! Eyeing your throat, suddenly, He says, Iíve changed my mind. Think Iíll spare your life today. Your breath is hard to find. Released from his mind control Youíre running through the wood. Unbelievingly good luck, Youíll keep your vital fluid! Suddenly, before you stands Satain, his eyes afire! Just one thing mankind got right... I am indeed a liar...




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