Cherl Dunn Poet Free verse

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This is dedicated to he whom shall not be named, I hope you enjoy this my dark friend,

You are a great muse of inspiration, thank you for your dark vision, may you rest

In peace at last, sweet dreams, and may your night mares never cease, Your friend of the

Living Cheri, For thee I thus lay this the tenderess of red roses, as thy lid of the night

Slides shut again, until the marrow dearest friend

The Vampire

For I am death, the personification of pure evil,
The grand godfather, of legions of unnumbered generations.
Behold thy disciples, baptized beneath my crimson waters,
Of blood.
Then reanimated as the living undead, in mine own image,
These are my forsaken children of the Night.
Kissed by the angel of death, I'm resurrections insurrection,
Spawned in hell a creature devoid of heart or soul, yet do I
Exist, biting at the exposed throat of humanity, leaving it
Drained completely dry.
Does not the white lily turn ember red, within this the
Valley of damnation.
My throne is a black coffin gilded in golden refinement,
Residing beneath the wooden lid, the beast sleeps,
Waiting to be embraced by the darkness of night.
Slowly, emerging from mine cryptic mausoleum,
I'm famished for the taste of the living essence
Of mankind.
A gentlemen reaper of the fallen, deeply do these
Fangs penetrate into the soft flesh of humanity,
Tis a dark blessing's supernatural gift, have I been 
So given, to take life then to restore it.
Raw beasts of instinct, clinging to the ethereal
Moon, that hangs above illuminating this,
Our unholy abyss.
Welcome to a shadow nation of the unseen,
Whose roots extend backwards, to an older country’s
Unconsecrated soil, called Transylvania. 
On mine legacies crest, a red dragon with talons
Extended reaches out, grappling for powers control.
For I am Dracula, born of royal blood in life,
But in death I am a king, let these castle walls
Bleed on forever, and the hounds of hell,
Sing outside my rod iron gates.
But beware mortal flesh if you so enter,
For I will enjoy every trespasser,
Whom dares to venture within my
Sacred territory, with a fiendish smile
Upon my hungering face.

BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN

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Ash Fall November 3, 2015 at 9:34 PM mommy

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Darryl Ashton October 23, 2014 at 11:36 AM Not bad!!!!

Eve Roper October 12, 2014 at 8:06 PM Wonderful read again :) eve

Kelly Deschler October 11, 2014 at 6:46 PM I loved everything about this poem, Cheri! The dark atmosphere that it creates just pulled me right into the gothic world of Dracula. A truly fantastic write, my friend. A fav for me! Keep up the excellent work!

Jerry T Curtis October 10, 2014 at 7:17 PM And though I lie in waste/ And bleed here all the while/ Only You, hear my cry/ For You are forever My master/ In reverse of your last four lines

Liam Mcdaid October 10, 2014 at 2:56 PM cheryl truly sucked in this story the blood just ran out excellent pen i tip my hat always a great read dear friend keep her flowing

Ralph Sergi October 10, 2014 at 9:00 AM Hi Cheri: as always, a beautiful epic poem!

Charlene Wilcox October 10, 2014 at 12:37 AM Cheri,I hope I have The Correct Poem??? If I do not I'm coming back anyways...Your capture an audience You Know...Such away with words...Totally Awesome write Friend.You are so very talented Friend.Oh by the way I'm not a drinker. lol!You have a Wonderful Day,Love,Char

Gary Bateman October 9, 2014 at 10:43 PM Cheri my dear -- You're really scaring me with this one! Remember Bela Lugosi's famous quote from Dracula (1931): "To die, to be really dead most be glorious." I like your rendition here of the famous "Undead Master." May we all meet one day in Transylvania and drink together some very nice dark red WINE!! And you thought I was going to say something else. Anyway, great write here Kiddo, and a "7" from me, and a FAV in my "Cheri Dunn Fangoria File." Cheers and Best Transylvanian Wishes, Gary