Creative Writing Heathen

Heathen (not sure if I spelt that right)

Called forth from hells deep sleep
Taking souls that are not yours to keep
Your body tricks them with alluring grace
No one could forget that heavenly face

Your violet eyes trick them so
Their love for you continues to grow
That long blond hair still makes me stare
And you walk blindly past without a care

You take their blood with mighty hunger
You do it without a single blunder
And the last grasp of love they will feel
Is that of the Phantom angel who's love is real

 

dude that was freggin awesome. *thumbs up* I like you

 

Nice..i really like it.

 

it was great. i really loved it.

 

This is some great work you got there. Keep em' coming!

As for "Heathen", I think it's preety much spelled right .

-Seishin

 

Sweet. You are so awesome at poetry, it is scary. Fear my lack of appropriate adjectives to describe your greatness!

 

you have some real talent

i would really enjoy your expert opinion of mine. its the Alice- Pictures of the Dead

i would really like your feed back, cascade.

 

You said I'm an expert!!! I think I like you!!!