
Leprechaun with his pot of gold!
Leprechaun with his pot of gold!
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A rose for the first day of Inktober.
Here is my first ever attempt at working with traditional Winsor & Newton inks and it is for the first day of Inktober, which is today!
It’s a lovely rose in a frame, ink colours include, gold (yes finally bought some) mixed with apple green, there is scarlet mixed with white to make pink. I have been told by my husband and a friend that this should be considered for a Valentine’s Day card, never really thought about doing that, but I can see where they get the idea from!
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I cannot satisfy my blood lust anymore
It attacks me each and every day
In each and every way I want more
I cannot refuse it, but it doesn’t quench my thirst
So I carry on, my eternity is turning grey
I wish it would stop, to fate I implore
I’ve heard some of us go mad
The vampires of old have said
Drink blood till it’s cold and bad
A blood-lust can get you can get in your head
I can’t control it, it controls me
I can’t run away, from myself I can’t flee
I kill tirelessly, drinking, crying, and watching people dying because of me
I’m a vampire; I’ve gone mad I’ve bats in the belfry
I cannot stop the killing, someone please stop me
A vampire kills to survive, not more than three a week
Yet I keep on killing, I hunger for the last heart beat
That beautiful sound, that reason gets drowned in
The peace of the death of the victims I hold
The light in their eyes go out, this time is precious like gold
I am in heaven when they’re dead
For just a few moments
How I wish I could join them there forever
For I’m weary of heavens fragments
The vampires of old, they worry about me
They know I’ve lost my mind
But for now I cannot flee
Like an alcoholic I drink blood like wine
Drunk on the death of mortals
Endlessly seeking a portal
To end my existence
If you offered a way to end this
I’d take it in an instant
Filed under Poems M - O
Sliding down a rainbow, half wet and half dry
A little child leprechaun laughs on, passing by
A pot o gold, for ye
If you can catch me by the rye
You go after to chase him
But you’re too slow, you sigh
Laughing gaily at you
He forms a distant shape
He is smiling at you by the farmer’s gate
A little luck just passed you
But you caught it not
For you complain it ran too fast and the day is far too hot
So why are you complaining
That luck has passed you by?
When you could have worked much harder
Now you live to strive
A little luck needs effort
This you’ve clearly been taught
Just don’t go thinking on
That life just gives you nought
For you need to meet fate halfway
For if you don’t you know well
That fate will throw things back at you
And it will cause you hell
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