The dark and romantic poetry of Leonardo Draculay (aka Ollan Webb)
Read some samples:
When I was a jester and You were a queen
Oh, do You rememberlong agodown the halls of memorywhen I was a jesterand you were a queen?Oh, how I put on a happy faceand sang and dancedand juggledto the tinkling sound of bellsOh, I could never tell Youof the world You meant to MeI sang as my heart was breakingOh, how I pined My life awaydrop by dropI died unknown and unrememberedby Youin that life so long agolike a half remembered dreamOh, do You rememberwhen I was a reedand You were a swanthe wind blewits gentle breathas I sang to Youand bowed downto Your lovely formand then You spreadYour lovely wings and flew awayand left Me so forlornas the wind blewwith its cold breathand I sang a sad songfor a love unbornin that life so long agodown the halls of memorylike a half forgotten songOh, I rememberwhen I was a flowerand You a butterflyand You fluttered byin Your bright and lovely colorsOh, you flew with Your lovely wingsamong My leavesand rested your softand delicate feet on My petalsas You enslaved Me in a hopeless lovethat I knew which was all lostthen You spread Your soft and lovely wingsand flew awayin that life long agolike a half
The music of Your heart
The life of My souldances to the musicof You heartit dances to a breathless excitementa quickening rhythmhow your flesh burns Menot the heat of a harsh flamebut with a burning warmthheat from Your raging passionate bloodunder Your skinYour sweatlike a sticky perfumeso sweetI dance to this breathlessexcitementYou call out My nameand I Yoursin tender whispersthis dance of lovelet it know no endinglet the sun vanishlet it never rise againlet Me never seethe light of daylike an eternal vampirewho forever lives in nightoh, the angelscan have there heavenI see nowit is but a dulland worthless thinghow Your sweatseeps into My poresan intoxicating potionI am enslavedby the tasteof Your sweaton the tip of My tongueYou have becomeMy universeMy soulMy very souldances to the rhythmof Your heartOh, the music of Your heartSpeaks of mysteriesthat no creatureever knewsincecreation beganthe universeis but a wavering phantomand only YouMy love are real.