Nightshade Serenade
19-02-2006 20:46
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A several days before I watched him dying on the sable floor,
I watched how life was leaving him with sneaking moon off into dim,
As darkness thickened he was left a lonely grieving silhouette,
Embracing dead abyss-like floor as if the empt’ness menstruate
And, crawling venom to my trim, extended rotten bleeding hand...
I watched contemptuously, I laughed, he writhed like serpent – what a craft!
This kind of men’s so useless living, while their agony is thrilling!
My flesh aroused, wet and hot I came into the crimson spot
To get the payment for my heart, his every inch of hard and cold
Until I came, oh, what a feeling, no deadly rest in kinky drilling…
He shut his eyes and never opened, he got what anxiously he wanted:
To roll with me so long before, but I am not just filthy whore!
I’m the seduction, bloody mistress, belladonna, gorgeous distress,
I take, don’t give, and don’t surrender, I do possess, thy reckless mentor,
The bitter taste of nightshade berry, which leads thee to the deadness ferry…
I watched his limbs, drain, soft, deflowered, sitting on window-sill, devoured
By nonchalant medieval sky – the image of my sinful lie,
A silver knife unleashes and stabbed heart again, forever dead
Lit up the cigarette to kill soul sentiments with poisoned smoke
Alone with silver burning flesh and him, I left to meet sun shock
“What doth thou want me last to do?” – I whispered in a languid voice
“A serenade, a lullaby” – he slowly uttered from his bones
“Thou asketh rest? I can do one…” – so toxic was the morning charm
“Please, do before the cock-crow, when my spirit goes…” – he asked me then…
Released the silver from my heart, I lulled my canto, gutted pain…
Little maniac full of panic hides inside the pants of Cherub,
Shaming, taming and locating mild pleasure. Dirty Cherub!
Soon he’ll grow up into Twister who delights to fuck his Sister,
With his dribbling lustful mouth, bursting pussy tough and rough,
Vile Cherub comes and roars, Sister crying, Sister moaning,
Only walls can witness how Little Angel dances foul,
In his devilish perversions, until face becomes a mould…
Sister grown a little more, and the day he came to her,
Cut off his meat and forced to eat it, impaled, watched how he withered…
Sleep deeper than our love can pain,
I wish thee all the worst this day…
Now go away, hard memory. My stain for the eternity…
That day I met the dawn and went to sure, he will leave this land,
And slept nearby the deadness ferry, knowing that soon the nightshade berry
Shall be cried for by ’other girl, who suffers from the manlike world,
Which lost his purity and honor, and most of men act like a monster,
A mongrel, one can step the line, then I shall come to punish crime…
I live the laws of old religion, my judge is fast, today it’s fiction,
Whereas in my days it became a terrible and real bane...
I’m on my own, Lascivious Goddess of those who keen on vile arts,
I’m their death-bed, paradise, requital, anger and demise
I promise thee unearthly pleasure, thou never dreamed of, paralyzed…
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[540x113]A several days before I watched him dying on the sable floor,
I watched how life was leaving him with sneaking moon off into dim,
As darkness thickened he was left a lonely grieving silhouette,
Embracing dead abyss-like floor as if the empt’ness menstruate
And, crawling venom to my trim, extended rotten bleeding hand...
I watched contemptuously, I laughed, he writhed like serpent – what a craft!
This kind of men’s so useless living, while their agony is thrilling!
My flesh aroused, wet and hot I came into the crimson spot
To get the payment for my heart, his every inch of hard and cold
Until I came, oh, what a feeling, no deadly rest in kinky drilling…
He shut his eyes and never opened, he got what anxiously he wanted:
To roll with me so long before, but I am not just filthy whore!
I’m the seduction, bloody mistress, belladonna, gorgeous distress,
I take, don’t give, and don’t surrender, I do possess, thy reckless mentor,
The bitter taste of nightshade berry, which leads thee to the deadness ferry…
I watched his limbs, drain, soft, deflowered, sitting on window-sill, devoured
By nonchalant medieval sky – the image of my sinful lie,
A silver knife unleashes and stabbed heart again, forever dead
Lit up the cigarette to kill soul sentiments with poisoned smoke
Alone with silver burning flesh and him, I left to meet sun shock
“What doth thou want me last to do?” – I whispered in a languid voice
“A serenade, a lullaby” – he slowly uttered from his bones
“Thou asketh rest? I can do one…” – so toxic was the morning charm
“Please, do before the cock-crow, when my spirit goes…” – he asked me then…
Released the silver from my heart, I lulled my canto, gutted pain…
Little maniac full of panic hides inside the pants of Cherub,
Shaming, taming and locating mild pleasure. Dirty Cherub!
Soon he’ll grow up into Twister who delights to fuck his Sister,
With his dribbling lustful mouth, bursting pussy tough and rough,
Vile Cherub comes and roars, Sister crying, Sister moaning,
Only walls can witness how Little Angel dances foul,
In his devilish perversions, until face becomes a mould…
Sister grown a little more, and the day he came to her,
Cut off his meat and forced to eat it, impaled, watched how he withered…
Sleep deeper than our love can pain,
I wish thee all the worst this day…
Now go away, hard memory. My stain for the eternity…
That day I met the dawn and went to sure, he will leave this land,
And slept nearby the deadness ferry, knowing that soon the nightshade berry
Shall be cried for by ’other girl, who suffers from the manlike world,
Which lost his purity and honor, and most of men act like a monster,
A mongrel, one can step the line, then I shall come to punish crime…
I live the laws of old religion, my judge is fast, today it’s fiction,
Whereas in my days it became a terrible and real bane...
I’m on my own, Lascivious Goddess of those who keen on vile arts,
I’m their death-bed, paradise, requital, anger and demise
I promise thee unearthly pleasure, thou never dreamed of, paralyzed…
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Комментарии (13):
angel_of_death
19-02-2006-23:08
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"I’m on my own, Lascivious Goddess of those who keen on vile arts,
I’m their death-bed, paradise, requital, anger and demise
I promise thee unearthly pleasure, thou never dreamed of, paralyzed…"
too near and too close
I’m their death-bed, paradise, requital, anger and demise
I promise thee unearthly pleasure, thou never dreamed of, paralyzed…"
too near and too close
Villard_L_Cord
19-02-2006-23:13
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angel_of_death, too savage, but I'm pleased you read and touch the lines...
angel_of_death
19-02-2006-23:24
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Lestat_de_Llamorte,
they are the best..the aim and cocentration of thought is there
they are the best..the aim and cocentration of thought is there
Villard_L_Cord
19-02-2006-23:52
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angel_of_death, my bow, mademoiselle...
Однако, поэма оказалась для меня самого несколько удивительной... Довольно жёсткой и местами мерзкой. Однако, правдивой, и справедливой...
Нравится:
"I take, don’t give, and don’t surrender, I do possess, thy reckless mentor,
The bitter taste of nightshade berry, which leads thee to the deadness ferry…"
И "Sleep deeper than our love can pain"...
Интересно, что увидели вы в строках, кроме близости и чувства?
Однако, поэма оказалась для меня самого несколько удивительной... Довольно жёсткой и местами мерзкой. Однако, правдивой, и справедливой...
Нравится:
"I take, don’t give, and don’t surrender, I do possess, thy reckless mentor,
The bitter taste of nightshade berry, which leads thee to the deadness ferry…"
И "Sleep deeper than our love can pain"...
Интересно, что увидели вы в строках, кроме близости и чувства?
Surulainen
19-02-2006-23:54
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Точно, скоро весна... мужики активизировались...
Причем, все. Разом.
О поэме - чууууть позже, угу? ;о)))
Причем, все. Разом.
О поэме - чууууть позже, угу? ;о)))
Villard_L_Cord
20-02-2006-00:02
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Surulainen, здесь о другом, ты перепутала дневники, мисси... *улыбка*
Villard_L_Cord
20-02-2006-00:05
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Кстати, Nightshade Berry или Deadly Nightshade - ядовитое растение Белладонна. Belladonna - ещё и Красавица, Прелестница...
Surulainen
20-02-2006-01:25
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Так... теперь вот по делу:
Первое, что хочу сказать - мне почему-то стало интересно на только третьей строфе. Этим нисколько не намекаю, что начала читать без интереса, просто это именно та грань, когда начинаешь читать ради собственного удовольствия.
Второе - и ты, Лести, знаешь, о чем я - все очень актуально в наше время и очень в тему.
Третье - мне больше всего вот эти строки понравились:
"A silver knife unleashes and stabbed heart again, forever dead
Lit up the cigarette to kill soul sentiments with poisoned smoke..."
Наверное, знакомое что-то нашла...
А в строках тех, которые ты указал (ведь те?) я вижу... отчаяние. В основе.
Но это вижу лично я.
;о)))
Первое, что хочу сказать - мне почему-то стало интересно на только третьей строфе. Этим нисколько не намекаю, что начала читать без интереса, просто это именно та грань, когда начинаешь читать ради собственного удовольствия.
Второе - и ты, Лести, знаешь, о чем я - все очень актуально в наше время и очень в тему.
Третье - мне больше всего вот эти строки понравились:
"A silver knife unleashes and stabbed heart again, forever dead
Lit up the cigarette to kill soul sentiments with poisoned smoke..."
Наверное, знакомое что-то нашла...
А в строках тех, которые ты указал (ведь те?) я вижу... отчаяние. В основе.
Но это вижу лично я.
;о)))
Villard_L_Cord
20-02-2006-18:24
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Surulainen, хорошо... но а каких строках речь? какое именно отчаяние?
Отчего-то все эти комментарии мне напомнили урок литературы...
angel_of_death
20-02-2006-21:46
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Lestat_de_Llamorte, "Sleep deeper than our love can pain"...
too lot of pain and cold windy emotions...too near for me.
too lot of pain and cold windy emotions...too near for me.
Villard_L_Cord
20-02-2006-22:22
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Spearing, но мы ведь о поэме, милая...
Surulainen
21-02-2006-00:38
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Lestat_de_Llamorte - "I take, don’t give, and don’t surrender, I do possess, thy reckless mentor,
The bitter taste of nightshade berry, which leads thee to the deadness ferry…" - про эти, впрочем, это неважно.
The bitter taste of nightshade berry, which leads thee to the deadness ferry…" - про эти, впрочем, это неважно.
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