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The Mill
"One cloudy day
before the rain and storm,
a word was delivered to me.
The girl I adored
to be mine once more
brought a letter for me to see.
It said;
meet me at the mill tonight,
meet me
and I'll be yours.
My heart was warmed
while my lungs were filled
with purest joy of all.
And I watched her smile
as she went back down
to her daily call.
The grey of day
slowly passed
as I waited by the door.
Then at dark she came
with her hair of gold,
asking me if I wanted more.
She said;
come with me,
come my love,
tonight I'm truly yours.
My hand in hers
and her laughters song
while she swayed her hips.
Her scent was sweet
as I lowered down
to taste her lovely lips.
Soon I was trapped,
caught by her charm,
imprisoned by her will.
As fangs so sharp
sunk into my heart
and I died inside the mill.
She whispered;
sleep my dear
while your blood give life,
tonight I'll be drinking yours."
"One cloudy day
before the rain and storm,
a word was delivered to me.
The girl I adored
to be mine once more
brought a letter for me to see.
It said;
meet me at the mill tonight,
meet me
and I'll be yours.
My heart was warmed
while my lungs were filled
with purest joy of all.
And I watched her smile
as she went back down
to her daily call.
The grey of day
slowly passed
as I waited by the door.
Then at dark she came
with her hair of gold,
asking me if I wanted more.
She said;
come with me,
come my love,
tonight I'm truly yours.
My hand in hers
and her laughters song
while she swayed her hips.
Her scent was sweet
as I lowered down
to taste her lovely lips.
Soon I was trapped,
caught by her charm,
imprisoned by her will.
As fangs so sharp
sunk into my heart
and I died inside the mill.
She whispered;
sleep my dear
while your blood give life,
tonight I'll be drinking yours."
17 comments
I'd say he died a happy man, because just as you say he did embrace a lot of pleasure at the end before she took his life...and who knows? Maybe she even turned him? That'll have to be another story though. As usual it's too damn late...
Thank you for the lovely comment, dear!
I do love to write, so it's very nice to hear it transfers well even in English...
Very great shot, I always thought that a mill, with its simplicity, represent a perfect place to meet your love!
I'm glad you notice some changes. It can only mean I'm getting more secure with my writing in English. I have to admit, the English language is very nice working with when it comes to writing poems. I'd say there's another reason to why most popular music of today is written with English lyrics.
I also have to admit, I've always had this sense of mine when I get inspired by images (in particular) which allows me to really transfer a part of myself to the framed world of the picture. Sounds like crazy talk of course, but lets just agree on calling it a very vivid imagination...
Lovely that you like both the words and the image! I've also had this vision of a mill as a place for fooling around and young love, although this time it went dark for the man..
What was first, the pic, or the poem? Like this creepy atmosphere here
The whole set is pure art
Do you know the works of Gottried Benn?
Thank you so much, Heike!
Writing is really my main interest, so it's very warming to hear it's appealing to you. I still feel helpless at times when using English instead of Swedish, but it's a great deal of fun regardless, so I will continue doing this every now and then.
The image came first. They mostly do, because I do get very inspired visually and then the words keep coming by themselves. I do poem first too of course, but here where the images are having the leading role, my poems are fully inspired by the pictures.
I had to google Gottfried Benn and I'm sorry to say I haven't heard of him, or read him. I've actually read quite few poets, since reading books and novels is more close to me. I find writing poems very creative though and since I do love to get in connection with emotions, poems are the right way to do it...
Truly thank you once again!
I'm so glad my poems make sense even to you British people...
Quite a timing if you ask me as well, since I just uploaded this and I'll give you some credit as well for the dedication with Kiara, since it made me miss some vampire themes. I'm not far enough in my Dawnguard adventures, so I had to use a bit of my good ol' dark screenshooting to find the right spot for some writing. The mill seemed spooky and sinister enough in that grey dusky gloom and there it is...
I still remember the day when I was so uncertain if I should upload any writing along with my images, so let me just thank you for the encouragement back then. Otherwise works like this would've never been written...
Thank you!
Brilliant, Rick!
I have a soft spot for darker themes and it's very refreshing to see things like this can get some admiration as well. I'm starting to get a bit spoiled here regarding my writing, but it's a real boost for sure...
Thank you kindly!
That Mill looks just right for a story like this. Very Nice combination.
I'm overdue with a lot of writing her at the image share, so at least this is something. I'm nearing my next chapter with my characters Zareni though, and even if it's been very long since I wrote of her, I hope she's not all forgotten. This text turned out to be very story-driven even if I aimed for a poem at first. Kind of like the result though...