This is a fictional poem I wrote about a vampiress in 2005.
The sun set on a revolutionary day…
Blood had spilled…
Marking the revolutions continuance…
Swords lay silent another night…
But will rise again next dawn…
Dawn & dusk symbolizing each side’s fancy.
One warrior walks the streets tonight…
Casting her shadow on the streets she walked…
Blood stained the soil as it has blades…
The armed woman stands alone…
Legends have foretold the daughter’s birth…
But most of the day…
A day she would raise her blade…
After so many years of peaceful solitude.
She has awakened in her coffin…
The day known for her return to fight…
The Awakening has come!
Warriors of old side by her or against her…
Those who oppose her blade fall…
She tastes their blood in the air…
Causing her strength to fight…
A hunger unknown to a mortal man…
Driving her further…
A calling of The Awakening…
To end all the decades of revolution!
It is her time to draw her sword…
As the moon shines…
Crimson blood highlights in her hair…
Cry softly for innocents suffering…
Her stride determined to end it…
All the suffering’s end is foretold!
It is her time!
It is her bloodshed!
It is her Awakening!
2012 unpublished work. © by Rebbecca Abernathy
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