The only tune that’s played tonight
where darkness deeply nests
this bloodlust rushing in my veins,
this thirst! I cannot rest.
I walk the passage to your room
my footfalls hungry, hushed
as perished roses left to die,
I need to see you blush.
Your room is locked but in my hand
I clench the key I stole.
The hollow by your throat is soft
I crave your flesh, your soul.
forgive me darling my lust’s too strong
I cave and crush your nape
You are the love forever kept
my mist, your silvered shape.
Tonight Sanaa is hosting at dVerse and she wants us to write Gothic poetry. A lot of bad tales grows from unharnessed lust.
Björn Rudbergs writings 
BRAVO! That formed a lump in my throat!
Masterwork.
~FF
Wow! 💝 This is absolutely phenomenal, Bjorn! 😀 The darkness, the lust and the craving is palpable here. I especially love the image; “I walk the passage to your room my footfalls hungry, hushed as perished roses left to die, I need to see you blush.” Thank you so much for adding your voice to the prompt. 💝
Wonderful, Björn. Quite literal blood lust–taking life, body and soul, it seems. I thought sort of a vampire.
A poem where night thirst and blood lust walk hand in hand, Björn, so dark I felt the hairs on my arms stand up. I love the hungry footfalls and the lines:
‘I cave and crush your nape
You are the love forever kept
my mist, your silvered shape.’
CREEPY! This is unnerving: “I need to see you blush.”
Haunting, scary, creepy. WOW. This is really frightening; I am almost convinced you were Poe in a past life.
With that said, this is beautifully written and weaved with dark and gory imagery. The simplest act of possession can extend far beyond what was intended; it gets worse and worse until the person that captured the narrator’s eye is just another object of possession for them to pursue, want, and control.
I love how relevant that theme can be, and although, this ends in death, I see it literally as in face value, as well figuratively. This is absolutely stunning. My hat is off to you, good sir!
This is a masterwork of Gothic proportions, indeed. Nosferatu with a Swedish flourish, Vlad entertains his guest, another pale maiden goes down in erotic bliss–but unlike a werewolf attack, this maiden will reanimate, rise up, and hunt her own victims.
blood lust indeed. great poem.
That’s a terrifying image and a poem truly Gothic in form, style and content. You certainly did sink your teeth into this challenge!
ha ha 🙂
WOW! The image is ghastly and you’ve done Gothic proud!
Chills for this awesome gripping poem. The killing lust is raging, specially with these lines:
You are the love forever kept
my mist, your silvered shape.
“I cave and crush your nape
You are the love forever kept”
I love those lines.
Oh this is bloody good, BR, and I don’t mean ‘bloody good’ with a Cockney accent. Sometimes I wish I could write like this; this is one of those times. Wonderful work indeed.
This gets the blood flowing Bjorn, tantalizing indeed — utterly mouthwatering. Well written.
This is one you don’t want to read just before retiring for the night. Amazing write.
Wow. this is legit horror. 😨
(and I confess that I love vampires!)
-David
Oye – a really messy situation!
The imagery speaks, beautiful
WOW- this is an amazing write Bjorn. Excellent!
You used a rhyming form too. I think it suits this very slightly not serious subject perfectly!
Gripping and suspenseful to the end, the very bloody end! This is not the sparkly, Twilight vampire I think, still, I am obsessed! 👏👏
you achieved gothic gruesome at the highest level!
Unharnessed Lust causes much grief worldwide it deserved a nod in this creepy style …
Amazing… Truly.
Dude, you do dark so well that I do not wish to meet you in a dark alley!