I know nothing about Colorado Springs, CO
Or why it calls us to it's breast,
But each year we gather beneath the full moon
At the Vampire Masquerade.
(>-_-)>
The secluded event is little more
Than a weekend long rave,
With dark, atmospheric music pumping,
Lulling the participants into a hypnotic trance.
<(-_-<)
Beneath the full moon,
In celebration,
We shed our skins and shapeshift
Into our True Selves
As the drum and bass kick.
(>-_-)>
Master Alchemists of the Mic mix beats live,
Spontaneously to the thrum,
Displaying their internal Collector of Rhyme and Rhythm for all to see.
<(-_-<)
Travelling through time and space,
Luminary visions guide our ascent with fanatical, cyclopean focus.
The Hunt begins.
(>',,,')> (>-_-)>
With robotic alacrity, we find ourselves both Predator and Prey,
Clawing through the crowds and entering the pit for our chance at primality,
Masterminds of our own destruction.
(>',(>O_O)>
Come,
the mountains call and tremble as they shake
Beneath the fury of our reverie.
<(o,,0<) C(-_-C)
Welcome to the dance!
(>-_-)> <(-_-<)
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Comments (3)
Oooo, this was soooo awesomeeee! I loved your poem so much!
What!? 🤯 That sounds so awesome! Like some kind of fantasy Revelry turned reality! You wrote this so well. The colorful imagery really painted a vivid visual😍
enjoyed reading it