'Gothic Poetry of Leonardo Draculay' by Ollan Webb

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 remember

long ago

down the halls of memory

when I was a jester

and you were a queen?

Oh, how I put on a happy face

and sang and danced

and juggled

to the tinkling sound of bells

Oh, I could never tell You

of the world You meant to Me

I sang as my heart was breaking

Oh, how I pined My life away

drop by drop

I died unknown and unremembered

by You

in that life so long ago

like a half remembered dream

Oh, do You remember

when I was a reed

and You were a swan

the wind blew

its gentle breath

as I sang to You

and bowed down

to Your lovely form

and then You spread

Your lovely wings and flew away

and left Me so forlorn

as the wind blew

with its cold breath

and I sang a sad song

for a love unborn

in that life so long ago

down the halls of memory

like a half forgotten song

Oh, I remember

when I was a flower

and You a butterfly

and You fluttered by

in Your bright and lovely colors

Oh, you flew with Your lovely wings

among My leaves

and rested your soft

and delicate feet on My petals

as You enslaved Me in a hopeless love

that I knew which was all lost

then You spread Your soft and lovely wings

and flew away

in that life long ago

like a half

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The music of Your heart 

The life of My soul

dances to the music

of You heart

it dances to a breathless excitement

a quickening rhythm

how your flesh burns Me

not the heat of a harsh flame

but with a burning warmth

heat from Your raging passionate blood

under Your skin

Your sweat

like a sticky perfume

so sweet

I dance to this breathless

excitement

You call out My name

and I Yours

in tender whispers

this dance of love

let it know no ending

let the sun vanish

let it never rise again

let Me never see

the light of day

like an eternal vampire

who forever lives in night

oh, the angels

can have there heaven

I see now

it is but a dull

and worthless thing

how Your sweat

seeps into My pores

an intoxicating potion

I am enslaved

by the taste

of Your sweat

on the tip of My tongue

You have become

My universe

My soul

My very soul

dances to the rhythm

of Your heart

Oh, the music of Your heart

Speaks of mysteries

that no creature

ever knew

since

creation began

the universe

is but a wavering phantom

and only You

My love are real.

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About Ollan Webb

I have a degree in philosophy. Most all the time I write poetry and songs and music. I live alone but have some romantic interest. I have an interest in eastern religions, Physical Immortalism and various spiritual ideas.