Amorphous

Rattle of a vampire...

Dead be me, my mortal sways,

  Heart turn'd cold, a cursed stone,

Emotions, once frozen dry,

  Lust for blood, a destined crave.

Need by none, need'th none,

  Life nor death, takes me 'live.

A rusted feather, steereth wild,

  and a soulless piece of nature's art. 

Give me breath, make me warm, 

  Fill me of thy flow of life,

Grant me of my heart that cries,

  for the one, she shares, her song of love. 

Of darker rays, thy closing sky,

  Sly hath turn'd , her celestial smile,

Where winged witches whispers low, 

  Awakened 'gain, a scent flows slow. 



1. A vampire is dead, and along with him, his human way of life is gone(mortal sways). He is cold hearted, and cursed to be a vampire for eternity. He doesn't feel emotions anymore, because he is not a human. He is destined to hunt for blood and that is the only thing that keeps him going.

2. Noone needs him and he doesnot need anyone either. He cannot live a life, or die peacefully. He is like a rusted feather, floating without direction. The last line compares nature to an artist. Nature created him, without much interest, as an artist creates an art without love.

3. He asks for breath of a human, and to make him warm once again(as a human), and to fill his body with blood. He asks for his heart, which can love the girl who loves him truly(the one who shares her song of love).

4." Darker rays" denotes the nightfall and "celestial smile" is an imagery to denote the wicked(sly) smile of the moon. 'Winged witches' is a metaphor for the bats. The bats who produce a lot of noise, calm down, fearing his arrival.  The vampire is awakened once again after his sleep during the day. The last line ends with the vampire finding a scent of a human in air. So he begins his hunt again. 

Feminiscence

An effort to describe that imaginary girl. Read on...

Sweetest is thy melody flow,

Hardest are then melted slow.

Mind’s index with a blossom’s bloom,

Her sparkling smile for the jasmine’s gloom,

Roses long for her florence touch,

Full of care, for her palm is such.


Blush, of a baby's curl,

Princess, she is her daddy's girl.

Charm o'er soul of art,

Mastered forms, close by heart.

Step then step, strokes of grace,

Her shadow strains to match her pace.

Rosebuds maketh her lonely trail,

While slower moves the slowy snail.

A gracious tread and the envious pride,

The moon doth hide for a stroll in the night.

1. The song she sings is the most beautiful melody that has the power to melt even the hardest of hearts. Such is the sweetness of her voice. 


2.  Her face is like a white blossom. Her smile makes the jasmine flower to get jealous of her, and lose it's glow.


3.  Her palm is compared to that of Florence Nightingale(the most caring nurse), and even the most delicate roses love her caring touch. 


4. She blushes like a new born baby which curls in the arm of it's mother. And she is the most beautiful princess to her dad. 


5. She is an artist(cook, singer, dancer or whatever) whose performance is a fusion of art and love. Her love for her them makes her the master of her art. (Lines dedicated to someone who is the most charming dancer I've ever seen.) 


6. Her movement is compared to the graceful strokes of a skilled artist with his paintbrush. She moves with such grace. And her movement is so unique that even her shadow cannot follow her (ie.) imitate her way of moving. 


7. Her foot is so soft as if she has only walked over rosebuds. When she moves, the snail , which moves so slow, starts moving slower watching her walk. 


8.This is personification of "Pride" as a person. Even the quality called "pride" , gets jealous of the way she walks. And the moon hides with envy on seeing her at night, more beautiful than her.