Vlad the impaler 9

Vlad the impaler 9 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

As Vlad Tepe’s eyes
Gazing at the carnage
Of his artistry
You rise

Remorseless as he
You remain
Against all the cries wrung out
From this
Symphony of pain

Bloodless lips
Like his icy kiss
Draw back
Startling with abject fear
To drink your bliss

Ruthless here
His battlefield of old
Spiked humanity
Scream wordlessly
All your truths untold

(c) Helen Valentina 2013, All Rights Reserved

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14 Responses to Pitiless

  1. Very chilling. He looks so friendly in the picture too.

  2. Ray says:

    “Symphony of Pain” Love it. Paints a haunting pic.

  3. Brian Hughes says:

    He enjoyed nailing people’s hats to their heads, I believe.

  4. howanxious says:

    Chilling piece… great writing.

  5. Mike says:

    Yikes! How do you know what he kisses like? Is this the guy you kissed for ‘Kissing’s Sake’? Horrible poem πŸ˜€

  6. Morgan says:

    terrifying…yet beautifully expressed, if that makes any sense whatsoevery πŸ™‚

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