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For Carrie

And what of the night, Titian?
What of the night?
It is all I have now, Titian.
It is my only light.

By moon and star I see.
In absence I see greater.
In torch and candle, hearth is he
who changed me for the better.

But what of night Titian?
What of the weary night?
Such webs imprudent spun!
I begged.

He laughed.
I never thought the change would hurt so much.
Ah, wicked was the whoreson’s touch.
He laughed.

He broke my legs and broke my ribs.
“They’ll heal!” he laughed,
his spirit thrice too glib
and then he broke the neck.

He turned it oh, so far to bite.
I could not see, I could not feel.
Abandoned to the night.
What of the night, sweet Titian?

I crawled awash in smoke
and hid beneath a bramble bush.
Each bone I wear he patient broke.
His last words held a pithy “shush”.

How could I know I screamed?
How can I know I weep?
I lay all day and dreamed.
How can it be I sleep?

What is now? What is then?
Where was the night?
I no longer cared,
but what of it, Titian?

What of the blessed night?
The hoary, weary night.
I woke into it, Titian.
I woke and found it mine.

It is all mine, dear Titian.
It will always be mine.
‘Tis black and now at last ‘tis won
and now, my love, ‘tis time to dine.

Style / type: 
Free verse
Review Request (Intensity): 
I want the raw truth, feel free to knock me on my back
Review Request (Direction): 
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How was my language use?
What did you think of the rhythm or pattern or pacing?
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Last few words: 
This is for Ian's and Stan's challenge to write a vampire poem. I attempted to write it in the style often used by Carrie.
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Comments

lovely ! I enjoyed, thanks for this wesley

Emina
Maybe it's better to stay completely within
as fire hides in metal
as water hides in rock.
Rumi

in the last line, i think its time to die, such meaning i connote

This was intense, the words were beautiful and flowed together elegantly, like you always make them do. I am speechless, which does not happen often. Certain parts spoke volumes and really felt personal. The imagery was amazing. Thank you....

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

This is remarkably lovely for its simplicity , unique style and engrossing. I almost lived that nightmare you scripted so finely ...Thanks for posting this.

Regards,

raj (sublime_ocean)

Such an outburst, they are coming to take you away to the funny farm, suggestion find a safe place to hide in the day,
or they will surely find you, they are not gentle with the people of the night.
Take care great write for one so new to this freedom lol,
Yours MadIan,
I was aware that you called me mad,
that was OK till you changed it here to Titian,
Loves you anyway

.
There are a million reasons to believe in yourself,
So find more reasons to believe in others..

I am rubbing off on the lot of you....welcome to the dark side...I have saved a seat for you

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

good stuff.

Respectfully, Jim

"Laws and Rules don't kill freedom: narrow-minded intolerance does" - Race-9togo

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Come forth, child of night,
don't you feel the hunger?
The virgins' blood tonight
will taste none the sweeter.

Wrap their minds in ecstasy,
the sweet delight for sinners.
Curse their souls for eternity
while angels weep in sadness

Together we'll show to the world
the meaning of fear
that will haunt the weak mortals
even when daylight is near.

Alid

You have a style that i could never tire of reading, fine poetry. Regards Roscoe..

Roscoe Llane,

Religion will rip your faith off, and return
for the mask of disbelief that's left.

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A poet is a nightingale, who sits in darkness and sings to cheer its own solitude with sweet sounds. Percy Bysshe Shelley

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author comment

Is good..we have alot of great imaginations coming out in this workshop..I think we should see more of it than the rigid structure we all try to conform to. I am enjoying this workshop more than any other.

Keep Writing,
Carrie

"Quoth said the Raven, NEVERMORE"

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