Mere Mortal

• Artist: Victor_Creed
• Description: A poem I wrote years ago and have posted up on Poetry.com
• Date: 12/23/2008
• Tags: mere mortal

Mere Mortal

She stood atop an Ivory Tower
Her wings of Darkness spread to fly
Her form was full of Passion and Power
What mere mortal would not Die?

Her lips the color of crimson blood
Her skin as white as the purest snow
She might be kin to accursed Vlad
What mere mortal would not Go?

Ah, Succubus, the stuff of nightmares
I give thee willingly my soul
Under all the weight of the stars
What mere mortal would not Fall?

Comments

[Asylum Teaparty]

Oh, that is very...shoot, I don't know a word for that. Cool doesn't sound right. Short, but another word for cool.