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 don’t know. In form he is perfection, A type of ideal man... But there’s something just not right... You don’t quite understand. It’s his eyes and teeth that look Both dreadful and bizarre... Yellowed eyes and razored fangs Are his cold beauty’s scar. Standing frozen by his gaze Fueled by an icy will you’re helpless, at his mercy. He’s free to spare or kill. Unsafe place to take a stroll... He’s 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, He’s 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, you’re moving now To follow in his wake As he steps into the woods... In fear your body shakes. Eternity seems to pass, You’re moving through the wood, Till he stops and looks about... Here’s 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. I’m the first of all the rest Of the Nosferatu, Father of the vampire clan... It’s Lucifer to you! But since my rise to this state, I much prefer Satain... A regal name for the rise To greatness I’ve attained. Disbelief shows through your fear, Things such as this today? But one look in Satains’ 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, That’s mankinds’ 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 pow’r 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 blood’s sensual, A rhythmic pulsing stream... Nectar of dark gods, it is, Life’s 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! I’ll go on With my tale...you’re not bored? Furiously, your head shakes... To his full tale you’re moored! I’m flattered by your interest... His smile shows pointed teeth, As once again he’s 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 pow’r 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 can’t break. If I could only kill him, The world would then be mine. Wickedness would rule at large, The world’’s warm blood mine! Despite your fear, you’re speaking, Unbidden thoughts arise... Why can’t you just track him down With armies thick as flies? Satain speaks, shaking his head, It’s not so simply done... He has his army also, Not so easily won. While I create immortals, He will not do the same. He e’er recruits the living To fight me in his name. Vampyre slayers are my bane, Each generation fresh, Taking toll within my ranks, I’ll rend and tear their flesh! Eyeing your throat, suddenly, He says, I’ve changed my mind. Think I’ll spare your life today. Your breath is hard to find. Released from his mind control You’re running through the wood. Unbelievingly good luck, You’ll 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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