(Originally from August 2007)
For reasons completely unknown to me, I felt the need to write some random vampire poetry. Aren’t you lucky?
Beneath the sinner’s moon the world stood dark,
Entranced by shadow’s aching hold.
Mist’s pale tendrils wove amongst the stones,
Of polished marble, hard and cold
His eyes, two shining pools of liquid night
Caressed her prone and pale form
Nestled in his arms he bore her forth,
To the alter of his love foresworn
His hair as black as demon’s dreams dripped
Down to flow about her face
Her slender neck shimmered white and soft,
Pulse jumping while her wild heart raced.
“Now, come with me tonight,” he whispered
“Where there is no death or time.
sweet love who haunts my waking dreams,
A final kiss will make you mine.”
Pale fangs like silver pearl flashed quickly
through the darkening gloom
And dark blood like the blackest ink did spill
Rivulets shimmering ‘neath the moon.
Bride of death, the night’s willing sacrifice,
Lay still beneath the bloodless sky
Bound forever to her new found master,
Never more to dread or die.
Pale eyes fluttered opened and danced around
To light upon the earth and tombs.
Then looked up, searching, seeking answers,
Finding eyes that held her doom.
A single scream rent night’s deep silence,
As she beheld her captor’s face
Tears spilled o’re her porcelain cheeks
Crying for her stolen grace
Unwilling victim of eternity’s kiss
Left with nothing but her shame
A bride to the night’s dark warrior
Cursed to burn in hell’s flame
Not content to leave it at that, I tried my hand at a second one:
To Destroy an Obcession
Darkness black as sinner’s tomb,
Cobwebbed shadows ‘mongst the stones
Eyes of liquid night gazed gently
On her prone and pale form
Hair as black as demon’s dreams
Shaded the features of his face
His hand reached through the shimmering darkness
To trace the gentle gown of lace
His lips drew back from silver fangs
Etched sharp beneath the moon’s pale light
And leaning towards her slender throat,
He gently took away her life
Her blood was sweet as summer honey
Warm pleasure flowing o’re his tongue
Her memories slipped through his mind
Her fragile life so soon undone
Drained dry he dropped her to the bed
Her body but an empty shell
Lifeless, staring at the ceiling
While through his veins burned living hell
Her face had haunted all his dreams
Obsession gnawing at his bones
His heart ached with the need of her
To take her for his very own
And to this end was one recourse
One way to ease this hated fervor
To kill the very thing he loved
To rid himself of her forever
But in his dreams she dances still
A shimmering ghost dressed all in white
Laughing as she calls his name
And beckons him to pale moonlight
Burned by the memory of her touch
As his soul slowly dies
Recalling how she looked in death
His soul as empty as her eyes
Yeah, they’re similar, but they have very different endings. Which one do you like better?
And for Random Things from My Hard Drives I have a new Ville wallpaper that I made. Yay!
Fav song of the moment – Kiss of Dawn – HIM