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pelfdaddy
Intermediate Member
Username: pelfdaddy
Post Number: 316
Registered: 12-2006
Posted From: 166.217.226.84
| | Posted on Wednesday, July 18, 2007 - 1:01 am: | 
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In the hills above old Bukovina
In Walachian forests of old
Encrusted beneath a patina
Of mottled and verdigris mold
Stands a fortress decaying to rubble
Recalling the Turkish crusades
When Saracens visited trouble
Upon these Romanian glades
For there lived in those days The Impaler
Historians know him as Vlad
Who served as Byzantium’s jailer
For ‘twas the commission he had
He was master above Bukovina
Shaking spear against scimitars gold
From his fortress now dulled by patina
Of creeping and scurrilous mold
And we’re sure that he died when the sinews
Were detached from the soul by a blade
Yet many do say he continues
To lurk ‘neath the moon as a shade
And he feeds on the fear-sodden polis
For he lacks of the substance of life
And he takes what is needed for solace
With bicuspids instead of a knife
It is said he takes forms manifestly
He can blanket the ground as a fog
And many a shape queer and bestly
As a bat or a swart hulking dog
But whatever we say of this craven
Who defies mortal limits of time
His descendant has carved out a haven
In a verdant and temporal clime
For in forested foothills of splendor
Ensconced in his patriarch perch
Is a lordly and noble pretender
Who ironically calls it a ‘church’
And he feeds from the flock of his keeping
He is ready and swift with his knife
And he leaves them to perish for weeping
Wholly drained of the substance of life
And he cuts where the artery narrows
To drink of the warm pulse beneath
For he draws out your substance and marrows
With his doctrine instead of his teeth
And he laughs in his ghoul-haunted palace
All encrusted with verdigris mold
Drinking life from a devilish chalice
As the bodies grow rigid and cold |
bro_derrick
Intermediate Member
Username: bro_derrick
Post Number: 179
Registered: 9-2005
Posted From: 75.216.148.86
| | Posted on Wednesday, July 18, 2007 - 6:40 am: |
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Alexander Pelfry Pope
The Count of Money-Christo
Dracul Davis' Body Count
"God's Counting on you to build a church in that city!" Davis: Conference (The push for his Organizational Growth blamed on God) |
odfer
New member
Username: odfer
Post Number: 16
Registered: 7-2007
Posted From: 65.102.162.167
| | Posted on Wednesday, July 18, 2007 - 9:56 pm: |
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Indeed you do have a way with words! I'd post a great big smile, if I could figure out how. Thanks. |
mklo
Member
Username: mklo
Post Number: 89
Registered: 8-2005
Posted From: 67.185.114.218
| | Posted on Thursday, July 19, 2007 - 12:12 am: |
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I got goose-bumps all over! |
pelfdaddy
Advanced Member
Username: pelfdaddy
Post Number: 989
Registered: 12-2006
Posted From: 76.211.19.11
| | Posted on Thursday, December 27, 2007 - 6:05 pm: |
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rls
New member
Username: rls
Post Number: 9
Registered: 12-2007
Posted From: 65.28.108.137
| | Posted on Monday, December 31, 2007 - 3:31 pm: |
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I'll do this for Odfer. |