The Black Forest

Well I am no stranger to
the kiss of death
… the closer the sun sets
I can hear you calling to
me creature of the night
where the winter roses
grow in the cold, icy wind
and falling snow…
I find my way through
the briers and down the
pathway, the ancient ones
laugh and say enjoy your
stay but they don’t know me
very well or the magic passed
on to me by Morgan Le Faye
I am here for one reason and
one reason only, to raise you
from your grave so don’t dare
the gypsy of the wild heart
because the spirit is one with
the dark and darker than
So there is no fear in this
night as the raven circles
the grave, I wave my hands
and bring you back to life…
Drink of my blood and let it
rejuvenate your soul as the cold,
cold vile wind does blow and
echoes the curse of the Vampire…
of Collinwood I walk the secret
passage way again to the place
I swore I would leave you but now
I have had a change of heart and I
command you to rise, rise from
your grave, awaken now it is almost
you were made, IN THE BLACK
FOREST through the briers
just down the way from the old
house on the hill, you no longer
have your own will and I say
it still…
Don’t dare the Gypsy of the wild
heart…the spirit is one with the
dark, as dark as THE BLACK

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Bo Lanier is from Chattanooga, Tennessee and has become an established poet with five books to his credit that were published in Canada. He received several achievement awards in creative writing through and has recently published two eBooks and one paperback book through After a nine year hiatus, Bo returned to publishing his poems with a new outlook and fresh ideas. His other talents include singing and songwriting.
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Rebecca Lyle

I really enjoyed your poem some very thought provoking messages in it. Really well written, thanks for sharing it.


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