A pale moon sky is on the rise I feel it within her evil eyes Just beyond this mundane reality Seeing things that could not be ... A child of darkness born of light To grow into the blackest night Indigenous to things macabre is She Relentless Her tranquility ... The winter sun doth heat Her soul It warms her hair as black as coal A seduction of innocence takes Her place With a kiss upon Her perfect face ...
Is mortality beyond our reach? A futile dream we can not breach? Together may we find a way to live by night,forsake the day~
I view Her as though Heaven sent This Midnight Child so malevolent Our lifeblood soon shall intertwine My essence Her's,Her essence mine ... I have waded through my frightening dreams I've drowned in nightmares,so it seems Longing just to taste Her lips as Autumn leaves fall down in clips ...
On hallowed ground I wish to lay and listen to the thing's She'll say of promised love, Eternity ...and other things that will not be ~
When She departs She will remain here In all my pain in every tear ... Our love to reign for all our lives Immortal when Sweet Death arrives ~
I have always been very interested in vampire lore,especially from the 1800's and EARLY 1900's...this poem is inspired by that interest and dedicated to [link] for her enchanting soul and for her divine inspiration to me ~
Amazing sweetie!!! What a talent you have. It gives me more of an understanding of how you see your vampire lore..... I want to show you my neck after reading that! I am looking forward to reading the next one.
Thank you so much...I have always been into the old vampire lore.The creepy eroticism of it all excites me immensely.I had fun writing it and will definitely be writing more dark poetry very soon ~ and I completely agree,NO ONE could do it quite like Mr. Lugosi!
wow,what a lovely work with so so beautifull poem