The life of a Soldier

To be a soldier is a dangerous task.

Never knowing when duty will call.

Nerves on end, ready at a moments notice.

Harsh conditions and little sleep.

Going into battle never knowing if this is your last.

Will your friend survive this battle today?

Will you have to morn the loss of yet another friend?

How long will you be made to stay and fight?

A lot longer than you were told, it just isn't right!

Far away from your family and those you love.

You wait for mail call, for some word from home.

When none arrives, you feel so alone.

There is no glory or pleasure in what you do.

You are just serving your country, but wish you didn't have to.

The life of a Soldier is not for everyone.

You must stay strong in the face of death, until the job is done.

Copyright ©2004-2005 Countess Demetria

On The Wings of an Eagle

This year has flown by on the wings of an Eagle.
Flying high and fast to get to where it has to go.
Never looking back, always looking ahead.
Seeking and searching it sights what it wants and takes it.
Never landing nor slowing down as it is flies off with it's catch.
The year is near it's end, as the Eagle soars closer to home.
Very soon as the year comes to a close, the Eagle will land in it's nest.

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The Life Trees Live From Autunm 'Til Spring

Yellow, Red,and Brown the leaves fall to the ground.
The trees slowly let go of their covering.
They show their true self as they are laid bare.
No more coverings to hide their imperfections.
They stand tall and proud of who they are.
Their roots go deep within the earth.
The Mother Earth nourishes them in their dormant state.
The branches have to stand up to the ice and snow.
Some are as strong as a rock.
While yet others break under the burden.
They all look dead and yet still are alive.
They suffer through the wind,rain,ice and snow.
Yet through it all they still survive.
The air warms and the ice and snow melts.
Slowly little buds break through their limbs.
Budding leaves start to appear and new branches sprout.
The trees are green again, tall, proud, and full of life.
Thank you Mother Earth for keeping them alive.



Copyright ©2004-2005 Countess Demetria

Suffocated by Loneliness

Loneliness surrounds my soul.

I start to choke as it squeezes my heart.

I can hardly breathe anymore.

Now my lungs can't expand.

No air left to breathe.

The pressure from loneliness grows.

Finally my heart starts to burst.

It can take no more.

I slowly die inside.

Never to have known love.

Copyright ©2004-2005 Countess Demetria

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This poem is not about the death of the body, but rather

the death of HOPE. The death of the hope of ever finding love.

The vampire woman represents me. The blackness around the

woman represents the suffocating loneliness.

My Vampire Story "The Birth of a Vampire"

I have written a story about the Birth of a Vampire.
It is my version of how a real Vampire could come to be in our world today.

Please click on the link below to read the story. There is also a link to a printable version of the story, so you can print it out and read it off-line. Please respect that this is my work, and do not try to steal my story and publish it in any way!

There are many people who saw what I was writing as I wrote it. I can have them testify in court if someone tries to steal my story. That said please enjoy the story.

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Mother Nature's Birth Pains

The wind blows the dark clouds over the forest.
Thunder rolls through the sky as the lightning strikes an old dry tree, and it starts to burn.

The wind's sweet breath turns into a furious wail.
It feeds the fire that begins to roar in it's rage.

The animals smell the smoke, and flee for their lives. Jumping,Flying, or crawling, they do what they can to survive.

The flames reach out it's fingers to touch each leaf and twig.
It feeds on the wind's fury and the dry brittle forest, as it spreads, and consumes all it touches.

The clouds feel left out, and so they start to weep.
It starts out with only a few tears, that quickly become an uncontrolable downpour of sobs.

The thunder rumbles & shakes the ground showing it's discontent.

As the clouds pour forth their tears, it soaks the trees & ground &
everything in it's path.

The fire's rage simmers down until it is just smoldering embers on the ground.

After the the ground is soaked and the fire gone, the wind blows the clouds away.

The sun shows it's shinning face down on the scard, burnt earth.

Through the ashes of the death of the trees, the forest becomes renewed as the cycle of life starts over again.

Copyright ©2004-2005 Countess Demetria