GOTHIC
You're burning the candle at both ends,
Life, a blackened, charred wick.
You're a pale shadow, gothic,
Insanely ranting from your decay ridden body.
A stranger, you just appear, like swamp gas,
And escape into the darkness thick.
Your venom spitting lips, coated in black lipstick,
Phsical and spiritual, the prescence of ghostly night music.
You blend into the midnight bleak,
Black nails, and Icy fingers click.
Your every act is meticulously sadistic,
The deathly night force has arisen.................Fleur Nov'96
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BEACH
Sit in the sand,
My boots beside me,
Pen in hand,
Look out to sea.
Kid walks along,
Kicks sand, in my face,
Maybe I'm wrong,
But that kid's gonna die!!...............Fleur Jul'93
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SHADOWS OF THE NIGHT
I can barely see your face,
In the shadows of the night.
I can barely see your reflection,
In the mirrors of the light.
But if I close my eyes,
And shut them really tight,
I might form a picture,
Of you, In my mind’s sight.
I can see your eyes shining,
Glowing so crystalline bright,
I see your death like skin,
Translucent, almost white,
I see your strength and Valour,
Your muscles and your might,
And one day you may see me too,
And by your side invite.
But I wonder if you can see my face,
In the shadows of the night.......Fleur Aug'96
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WHO
Who art thou,
Frail night creature,
With eyes that fright,
Lips that delight,
And clothes darker than the night.
Who art thou,
Dark Shadow weaver,
I sense the danger,
Held far away, thoughts of a stranger,
Oh foreboding mind re-arranger.
Who art thou,
Bleak midnight silhouette,
Holding me tight, in the grasp of fever,
When I awake will I be a believer,
Or will I be the one they grieve for?........ 12 Nov'96
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ICE MAN
Stone cold,
Cold as Ice,
That’s the way I feel,
When I look into your eyes.
You,
Can make me shiver,
And you can make me,
Sweat, but you’ll never catch,
Me up, because I will never forget,
Those times that You have teased,
That You have,
Tantalised me......................Fleur Apr. ‘92
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HEY
“Hey Father I’ve done nothing wrong”,
I wake up in the morning,
It’s going through my head,
And it’s coursing through my veins,
Tell me when it’s going to end?
Will I wake up one morning,
And I, myself am dead and gone,
Will I raise my weary head,
To the past that I have yearned,
There’s one thing that I’ve learned,
That I’ve got to go on living, and,
I’ve got to make it right.
Picking up the pieces,
Of the shattered life I’ve led,
I quietly reflect,
On all the good times that I’ve held.
All of the bad thing though,
They linger on inside, Ready to kill,
Just trying to break on through,
And someday,
I know they will...................Fleur ‘91
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POOL
You bend over the pool,
Like Prince Narcisus in his youth,
Yet I know you are no fool,
For the water is not smooth.
The ripples barely reflective,
You stare, deeply intent,
What is your motive?
Gently poised and pent.
Tis to the depths that you look,
Silver shines and sparkles bright,
Unobtainable, out of reach of hand or hook,
Tis your dreams that you see in the effervescent light..... Fleur
Nov'96
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SADIST
You're acts are sadistic,
You're so masochistic.
Where do you smear that lipstick?
Is that how you get your kicks.
Burning fingers from lit matchsticks,
Is that what makes you tick.....................Fleur Nov'96
İFleur
*A hideous looking form emerges from the shadows at the end of the room... You are about to scream, when suddenly it pulls it's hood back, and it is only the serving wench... She points to a passageway and tells you that it will take you out of this place... Do you leave via the passage... or return to the Crypt to venture into another passageway?*