Thursday, 1 April 2010

The Devils daughter

If you were real, I bet you'd have
blood red eyes and olive skin
Red curls that fell just right
You'd be promiscuous and strangely thin

Your curves would entice.
You'd simply pierce a man in two
with eyes that draw blood
You'd be fierce with fangs and scars
but you'd most certainly be you

You'd cackle at fire,
be enthralled by the Gothic
Wage war on your father
and have temper that could kill
You'd ne'er be bashful
and by god would a man follow your will

You'd screech and you'd squawk,
howl and play hell, if ever a lad
mentioned that ominous wedding bell
You'd fear nothing,
for what could be worse
than being princess of hell ?

1 comment:

  1. This ones a bit different to my usual, tells more of a story or creates a character rather than an emotion

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This blog is basically, poetry, pretty words and underneath it all a real sense of who I am... I am a feminist of sorts, hence why my writing is mainly from the female view. I don't profess to be anything special, when writing these at stupid o'clock in the morning I, like every other human being on the planet, make spelling mistakes.I am not always grammatically correct, but put it this way, if you can read my poetry and enjoy any of it, relate to it even, you are getting a sense of who I am, how I love, how I hate, what I believe. I hope you like my writing.

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