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Brandea Mcgill Poem
A new life is born,
the soul begins its journey,
`though the soul is worn.
Copyright © Brandea Mcgill | Year Posted 2006
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Brandea Mcgill Poem
The blue-black night he does adorn,
yet withers and weakens upon the morn.
With approaching light his beauty fades.
Sun bearing her bright new day.
I fear not the dawn of light,
for my love returns in the dusk of night.
His dark beauty alive once again,
leaping from the blue-black canvas of sin.
He exudes such power, and allure,
Forcing his bite, draining the pure.
Given freely is the blood,
just for a chance to feel his touch.
Pain, and pleasure mixes control.
I give to him my heart and soul.
The blue-black night he does adorn,
my vampire prince returns once more.
Copyright © Brandea Mcgill | Year Posted 2006
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Brandea Mcgill Poem
I fall, into the deep I go.
further,
over my head it flows.
I grasp, reach,
my fingers close.
Yet, there is nothing
for me to hold.
Panic, frantic,
my lungs burn.
For light, air,
my body yearns.
Falling, falling
further still,
pushing myself,
testing my will.
I can`t see,
darkness all around.
A compelling force,
Dragging me down.
No end to your treachery,
can there be,
so I drown in the bottom,
of my emotional sea.
Copyright © Brandea Mcgill | Year Posted 2006
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