{"id":3994,"date":"2017-09-28T22:16:08","date_gmt":"2017-09-28T21:16:08","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=3994"},"modified":"2017-10-13T13:56:51","modified_gmt":"2017-10-13T12:56:51","slug":"vampire-killed-by-love","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/vampire-killed-by-love\/","title":{"rendered":"Vampire Killed By Love"},"content":{"rendered":"<blockquote><p>I have a friend who is big into all Vampire stories, and we were discussing the saying about who loves the flower more, the one who plucks it, or the one who lets it grow, and being me, I thought I&#8217;d make it into a verse!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<figure id=\"attachment_3997\" aria-describedby=\"caption-attachment-3997\" style=\"width: 660px\" class=\"wp-caption alignnone\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/vampire-killed-by-love\/sunrise-behind-the-trees\/\" rel=\"attachment wp-att-3997\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/Sunrise-behind-the-Trees-1024x437.jpg\" alt=\"Sun behind the Trees - Legga in Longford, Ireland\" width=\"660\" height=\"282\" class=\"size-large wp-image-3997\" srcset=\"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/Sunrise-behind-the-Trees-1024x437.jpg 1024w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/Sunrise-behind-the-Trees-300x128.jpg 300w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/Sunrise-behind-the-Trees-768x328.jpg 768w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/Sunrise-behind-the-Trees-700x299.jpg 700w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/Sunrise-behind-the-Trees-332x142.jpg 332w, https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2017\/09\/Sunrise-behind-the-Trees.jpg 1297w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 660px) 100vw, 660px\" \/><\/a><figcaption id=\"caption-attachment-3997\" class=\"wp-caption-text\">Sun behind the Trees &#8211; Legga in Longford, Ireland<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n<p><iframe loading=\"lazy\" width=\"100%\" height=\"300\" scrolling=\"no\" frameborder=\"no\" src=\"https:\/\/w.soundcloud.com\/player\/?url=https%3A\/\/api.soundcloud.com\/tracks\/346709821&amp;color=%23ff5500&amp;auto_play=false&amp;hide_related=false&amp;show_comments=true&amp;show_user=true&amp;show_reposts=false&amp;show_teaser=true&amp;visual=true\"><\/iframe><\/p>\n<p>Sisters two walked out one night<br \/>\nWho before birth had shared the womb<br \/>\nMet a ghostly entracing sight<br \/>\nOf two brothers from the tomb<br \/>\nWho were entranced by the ladies two<br \/>\nThough hungry they were for maidens blood<br \/>\nThey said they would let these be<br \/>\nAs spoil their lives neither could.<\/p>\n<p>The maidens bade to walk with them<br \/>\nSo the brothers walked with the misses<br \/>\nShared time and more as lovers do<br \/>\nAmong romantic caresses and passionate kisses&#8230;<br \/>\nWalking back the ladies bade<br \/>\nTheir lovers with them to spend the night<br \/>\nThe vampires said that if they loved them<br \/>\nThey cannot be out in the dawns light.<\/p>\n<p>On the way back the sisters saw<br \/>\nBright in the moonlight in shadows shade<br \/>\nFlowers beautiful of unknown name<br \/>\nWhat a odd and beautiful sight they made!<br \/>\n&#8220;Oh, I love these so, these beautiful flowers&#8230;&#8221;<br \/>\nSaid Flora, &#8220;I for my vase for them must pluck&#8221;<br \/>\n&#8220;If you love them&#8221; said her man, &#8221; leave them be<br \/>\nFor others to admire, enjoy and look&#8221;.<\/p>\n<p>Her sister Sophia, till now silent, stepped forward<br \/>\nScoffed at him and these words did say<br \/>\n&#8220;Is it not the height of a plants life<br \/>\nTo be central to a girls bouquet?&#8221;<br \/>\nSo she carried home a posie of flowers<br \/>\nThey had not to travel far<br \/>\nShe got her blooms, sugar and water<br \/>\nSet them in the window in a jar.<\/p>\n<p>The ladies fair and their men so handsome<br \/>\nBeing tired went to their respective bedrooms<br \/>\nThe hours ticked by, as on they slept<br \/>\nSlowly the night gave up its gloom.<br \/>\nLady Flora, who let the flowers grow,<br \/>\nHer man she woke, to set him free&#8230;<br \/>\nSofia, her sister, lazy, slept on too long<br \/>\nThe rising sun she did not see&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Until she was awoken by horrific screams<br \/>\nA specter in her bed thrashing as if in hell&#8230;<br \/>\nThe sunlight shone on her lover as he lay in her bed&#8230;<br \/>\nStraight from Hades the burning smell&#8230;<br \/>\nHe ran from her bed through the hall<br \/>\nKnocked over the table where she had the flowers set<br \/>\nIs smashed on the floor, blooms scorched in the heat<br \/>\nHer cries are talked of even yet&#8230;<\/p>\n<p>Sophia saught to keep and she lost all&#8230;<br \/>\nFrom her lover to the humble flower<br \/>\nLife tells to keep we first must want to let go<br \/>\nFate and Destiny have the power&#8230;<br \/>\nNeighbouring their town their lived a priest<br \/>\nWho was said to have power over spells&#8230;<br \/>\nHe visited the sisters in their house one night&#8230;<br \/>\nSo goes the tale the locals tell.<\/p>\n<p>He heard of the girl who spared the flowers<br \/>\nWhich grew and spread for all to enjoy<br \/>\nWhose good heart set even her lover free<br \/>\nAnd of her sister Sophia who was selfish with flowers and boy&#8230;<br \/>\nHe said his prayers, and for six months he said<br \/>\nFlora of the good heart would enjoy her man&#8230;<br \/>\nBut he would be aged and she nurse him to death<br \/>\nAs all good women desire to but few can.<\/p>\n<p>Her Flora sister is still said to walk the woods<br \/>\nCrazy now for the love she lost<br \/>\nShe sees him vision before her eyes<br \/>\nShe scares all folk whose paths have crossed<br \/>\nWith hers as she walks on walks so wild<br \/>\nBecause she wanted flowers and men all to herself&#8230;<br \/>\nIn time her sister buried the now old man<br \/>\nMet another and married&#8230; the other stayed on the shelf.<\/p>\n<p><i><b>Music credits for Soundcloud:<\/b><br \/>\nMusic Credits:<br \/>\nDee Yan-Key: &#8220;String Quintet No 3&#8221;<br \/>\nfreemusicarchive.org\/<\/i><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I have a friend who is big into all Vampire stories, and we were discussing the saying about who loves the flower more, the one who plucks it, or the one who lets it grow, and being me, I thought I&#8217;d make it into a verse! 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