Poetry competition CLOSED 1st April 2015 7:21am
WINNER
PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
PsychicApocalypse (Darker Half)
RUNNERS-UP:
Kou_Indigo
and toniscales
Vampire
Poetry Contest Description
Make a poem about a vampire, or vampires
Even though this comp probably has been done a bunch of times I still wanted to do it. Make a poem about a vampire, or vampires. Would like them to be more darker. Old or new.
Good luck
Good luck
I have a few but this is my more recent to start things off ^^
King Crimson (The Devils Child)
Passions hunger has awakened me
For too long have I gone without
Longing for the feel of a beautiful victim
The need has corrupted my thoughts
I hunt for a tart in the moonlit darkness
Searching for a delicious serving
Just when all seemed hopeless
There she is just as perfect as can be
Slender waist with a shapely bottom
A top that accentuates her chest, short hair with hazel eyes
Who is this girl?... maybe a student?... or just a late night laborer?
Doesn’t matter, as for this is my opportunity to lunge!
A blood thirsty monster stands in front of you
You don’t flinch or run
I hiss in your face with my fangs
You just stand there stunned
Glare into my eyes darling, and straight into hell
Fiery red burns through innocent soul, capturing sweet essence
Taking your heart into dark realms
Now crawl to me my little puppy, worship your new god
Isolated from prying eyes, or any signs of help
The time has arised, I’m ready for you now
Pull off your dress, strap by strap for me
Clipping off bra then removing panties
Glamouring you down to the floor
Taking my fangs then running them across pale skin
Those fearful chills moisten your inners
The sweet smell invites me in
King Crimson (The Devils Child)
Passions hunger has awakened me
For too long have I gone without
Longing for the feel of a beautiful victim
The need has corrupted my thoughts
I hunt for a tart in the moonlit darkness
Searching for a delicious serving
Just when all seemed hopeless
There she is just as perfect as can be
Slender waist with a shapely bottom
A top that accentuates her chest, short hair with hazel eyes
Who is this girl?... maybe a student?... or just a late night laborer?
Doesn’t matter, as for this is my opportunity to lunge!
A blood thirsty monster stands in front of you
You don’t flinch or run
I hiss in your face with my fangs
You just stand there stunned
Glare into my eyes darling, and straight into hell
Fiery red burns through innocent soul, capturing sweet essence
Taking your heart into dark realms
Now crawl to me my little puppy, worship your new god
Isolated from prying eyes, or any signs of help
The time has arised, I’m ready for you now
Pull off your dress, strap by strap for me
Clipping off bra then removing panties
Glamouring you down to the floor
Taking my fangs then running them across pale skin
Those fearful chills moisten your inners
The sweet smell invites me in
Vampiress
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Seduction, leaks off her flesh,
attracting men, like bees to honey.
With long black hair shinning with smoothness,
and a sexy snake like body.
Her eyes, they pierce you,
with that unearthly beauty.
Silvery they glow, magnificent hue,
as they stare with a look; predatory.
Slim corpse-like fingers,
caress the face of her testosterone filled meal.
The smell of blood on her body lingers,
making any man, a slave to her deadly appeal.
She smiles sinisterly,
her face slightly distorted.
Every move she makes is bewitchingly sexy,
a glamour dance, readily accepted.
Fingers nails, as fast a lightening,
cut through her prey's throat like hot knife to butter.
With outrageous moaning and groaning,
She drinks the dark gore as it sputters.
She swallows the warm thick liquid
to quench her insatiable thirst.
Gaining strength from the fluid,
and finally pops the head of first.
Her elongated canines,
stained with the breath of life.
She alone dines,
with unlucky souls late at night.
With the sun, her immortal enemy,
In her world, behold the Dark Impress.
Kneel before this heartless Queen,
surrender your blood, to this Vampiress.
For tomorrow we shall slay the monsters.
We shall remove their heads from their bodies and drink of their veins.
We shall educate their innocent in the ways of man.
We shall have no regrets.
Any who do shall be slain along side.
They shall hardly notice, for they are to busy fighting amongst themselves.
They slaughtered us for centuries, so we hid.
They slaughter themselves and the world around them.
They are the monsters with their souls and their gods.
We shall spill their blood and grow a new world from it,
Keeping for ourselves the children to have as slaves.
We shall create a new order in the world, and we shall be at the top of the food chain.
We shall be the hunted no longer.
They are the monsters who have no mercy upon the earth.
They are the vile creature who lose themselves to greed and lust and gluttony.
They with their souls and their righteousness thinking themselves gods who walk among the lands.
We shall be above the hypocritical fools, for the first time in a thousand centuries.
No longer will we hide in other shadows of their monstrous building that devour the earth.
We shall reign upon them with the force of all hell.
Only the worthy shall survive to work for us, creating a new land.
This shall be the last and greatest war on earth.
We shall rise to power and reign supreme for the next hundred millennium.
Their throats shall be dry of blood, which shall be crusted upon our lips.
Their bodies shall be burned in the waste of their own creation.
We shall feast upon them, ending their power in a fiery blast.
This is our moment.
Humans shall be all but wiped from existence and the fires of hell with cure the land of their disease.
I've quite a few vampire poems I can add to this contest, so I'll start my contributions to it rolling with this first one...
- Musings of the Undead -
Part I – Ancient Am I
Ancient am I, but this life robbed me of so much!
Or has this all been one long, tortured existence?
Night is my solace, and I seek in it a peace, such,
As I have not known since I lost all my innocence.
In my heart beats such darkness as none can tell!
Though there is love too, so awful that consumes,
And despite my human face, I am born from Hell.
I have walked in castles, in temples and in tombs,
But I have found none like unto myself in all being.
Some called me a demon, others a vampire fiend!
But their mortal eyes are not as capable of seeing,
Without my true nature made, by it so demeaned.
But in the eve, I seek with my body and my spirit.
Some power, some divinity that makes me whole!
Am I dead: possessing this shell in which I do sit?
So hard is it, to tell of life from death: to console…
My maddened heart, which beats with that flame,
Which came from out of the depths of the Inferno.
I cannot repent, and I cannot feel any real shame,
For I cannot be, other than the nature I do know!
And so, I embrace the night, loving the Goddess.
She who took me under her greatest ebon wings!
I drink, of her blood, and it cures all my distress.
Whilst I do hear the darkness and how this sings!
How many vessels have been consumed, ashen,
By the fire that is in my soul; it devours entirely…
Until I find the purest love, to ease every burden!
Then those fires will be sated, at rest contentedly.
Was I so wicked once upon the times now past?
In my pursuit, of knowledge forbidden and fell…
Had I known that my humanity could not so last?
But my first body is no more: the discarded shell.
I wear fresher raiment and I walk a hidden path,
Until that hour, when my old glories shall return…
And, all the gods who cursed me feel true wrath.
I am not of the living; so, let every universe burn!
Part II – Forbidden Fruits
Had I tasted the forbidden fruits so sweetly fine,
As the blood from your lips as was so offered…
Your porcelain features; white, perfect, sublime!
Complimenting the scarlet thus swiftly conferred.
Had I, then I would have been ideally readied…
To compare it, to some ideally sweet ambrosia!
Only the gods of Heaven can beautifully bleed…
Redder, than the pomegranate picked in Persia!
Behold: for you live, and thence, shall become…
That which I am; a daughter of my infernal flesh!
For did you not taste of my life as thusly done…
With your life’s breathing: ever sweet and fresh?
So young to die and be reborn in this cruel way!
Yet so, your beauty shall hence endure, eternal.
You will thank me, when gone past is mad day,
And night arouses in you feelings cruelly primal.
Our love will be much more savage and honest…
Freed from the foolish trappings, of convention.
My fangs pierced you deep unto the fair breast!
Like Cupid’s arrows of love’s fiery intervention;
A remnant of your mortal shell: to forever wear.
Your body will be your whitest wedding attire…
Alive, far beyond death: with naught to compare.
I, the groom, shall give you a truly warm hellfire!
Sleep for now, and thence awaken to my eyes,
The first you shall see before the sacred hunger.
We will then dance, beneath the blackest skies!
And our passion will roar loudly as the thunder.
- Musings of the Undead -
Part I – Ancient Am I
Ancient am I, but this life robbed me of so much!
Or has this all been one long, tortured existence?
Night is my solace, and I seek in it a peace, such,
As I have not known since I lost all my innocence.
In my heart beats such darkness as none can tell!
Though there is love too, so awful that consumes,
And despite my human face, I am born from Hell.
I have walked in castles, in temples and in tombs,
But I have found none like unto myself in all being.
Some called me a demon, others a vampire fiend!
But their mortal eyes are not as capable of seeing,
Without my true nature made, by it so demeaned.
But in the eve, I seek with my body and my spirit.
Some power, some divinity that makes me whole!
Am I dead: possessing this shell in which I do sit?
So hard is it, to tell of life from death: to console…
My maddened heart, which beats with that flame,
Which came from out of the depths of the Inferno.
I cannot repent, and I cannot feel any real shame,
For I cannot be, other than the nature I do know!
And so, I embrace the night, loving the Goddess.
She who took me under her greatest ebon wings!
I drink, of her blood, and it cures all my distress.
Whilst I do hear the darkness and how this sings!
How many vessels have been consumed, ashen,
By the fire that is in my soul; it devours entirely…
Until I find the purest love, to ease every burden!
Then those fires will be sated, at rest contentedly.
Was I so wicked once upon the times now past?
In my pursuit, of knowledge forbidden and fell…
Had I known that my humanity could not so last?
But my first body is no more: the discarded shell.
I wear fresher raiment and I walk a hidden path,
Until that hour, when my old glories shall return…
And, all the gods who cursed me feel true wrath.
I am not of the living; so, let every universe burn!
Part II – Forbidden Fruits
Had I tasted the forbidden fruits so sweetly fine,
As the blood from your lips as was so offered…
Your porcelain features; white, perfect, sublime!
Complimenting the scarlet thus swiftly conferred.
Had I, then I would have been ideally readied…
To compare it, to some ideally sweet ambrosia!
Only the gods of Heaven can beautifully bleed…
Redder, than the pomegranate picked in Persia!
Behold: for you live, and thence, shall become…
That which I am; a daughter of my infernal flesh!
For did you not taste of my life as thusly done…
With your life’s breathing: ever sweet and fresh?
So young to die and be reborn in this cruel way!
Yet so, your beauty shall hence endure, eternal.
You will thank me, when gone past is mad day,
And night arouses in you feelings cruelly primal.
Our love will be much more savage and honest…
Freed from the foolish trappings, of convention.
My fangs pierced you deep unto the fair breast!
Like Cupid’s arrows of love’s fiery intervention;
A remnant of your mortal shell: to forever wear.
Your body will be your whitest wedding attire…
Alive, far beyond death: with naught to compare.
I, the groom, shall give you a truly warm hellfire!
Sleep for now, and thence awaken to my eyes,
The first you shall see before the sacred hunger.
We will then dance, beneath the blackest skies!
And our passion will roar loudly as the thunder.
- Sanguine Seduction: Blood of the Damned -
The goddess of the damned drank of red, hot blood,
And her secret smile, she could not by means erase!
Before the doom of Atlantis in the waters of a flood,
When the children of fallen angels from out of space...
Strayed far from the causes of their unleashed chaos.
Before that fall of cold doom, I walked with demons,
When most beautiful of all they were, ere being lost.
I ignored the signs, the portents, and the fell omens...
“Red Queen, It was not the night that caught my eye,
But your eyes sparkling so delightfully in the firelight…
As you poured the wine most unholy for us to drink!
Whilst we talked of the stars that sparkle in the sky,
Enjoying the gentle music of that vast, majestic night.
So intent was all my desire that I do in honesty think:
You, were the one seducing my will; so craftily well,
That your charm played like a cat with my very own…
I sipped from your offered cup, a cruel thirst to quell.
And when we kissed, it warmed up the castle stone!”
When should I have asked the nobler gods on high?
Why all their anger drove them unto black genocide.
For even the children of the highest angels, can die...
And for them, there was no haven, no place to hide.
This goddess I sing of, was not yet called damned...
When she drank from her holy cup in Eden, of old!
But by a grand divine decree, and cruel command...
She and I, together, knew the touch of doom cold.
“I drank the wine you gave, from your full red lips,
And it tasted to my mind, like the sweetest honey…
Though it was most uncommon, for northern mead.
My arms wrapped so tightly around your full hips…
Our embrace was as a burning fire, so hot and free.
Each of us sensing in the soul, of the other’s need!
The kiss ended ere long, and you did smile serene,
Your pale white teeth glinting in the fireplace glow.
How noble is the smile from a fair, celestial queen!
I was far too innocent back then; now I do know.”
And doom I became ere long, for Atlantis too fell,
When hell-born necromancer, they called my title...
Before I was stripped of my noble divinity so well.
The goddess drinks her wine still, but passing little!
Changed entire were we, as was this entire planet.
But ne'er in the noblest spirit, for it remains strong,
More divine than they who thusly in wrath so bent,
Wrought mad death: in the name of righting wrong.
“As we dared make our love, on the black fur rug,
Your twin green eyes were blazing with mad mirth.
And once more we kissed like wantons in passion,
Whilst locked together as one, in a hot carnal hug!
I learned of the nature of the infernal wine’s worth.
When you told me, in the most sadistic of fashion…
That it was your own angelic blood, we so drank!
Now that wine flowed like flame in my own veins,
As into my flesh, your fallen angel teeth you sank…
Transforming me forever in full, with blissful pains.”
The goddess of the damned drank of red, hot blood,
And her secret smile, she could not by means erase!
Before the doom of Atlantis in the waters of a flood,
When the children of fallen angels from out of space...
Strayed far from the causes of their unleashed chaos.
Before that fall of cold doom, I walked with demons,
When most beautiful of all they were, ere being lost.
I ignored the signs, the portents, and the fell omens...
“Red Queen, It was not the night that caught my eye,
But your eyes sparkling so delightfully in the firelight…
As you poured the wine most unholy for us to drink!
Whilst we talked of the stars that sparkle in the sky,
Enjoying the gentle music of that vast, majestic night.
So intent was all my desire that I do in honesty think:
You, were the one seducing my will; so craftily well,
That your charm played like a cat with my very own…
I sipped from your offered cup, a cruel thirst to quell.
And when we kissed, it warmed up the castle stone!”
When should I have asked the nobler gods on high?
Why all their anger drove them unto black genocide.
For even the children of the highest angels, can die...
And for them, there was no haven, no place to hide.
This goddess I sing of, was not yet called damned...
When she drank from her holy cup in Eden, of old!
But by a grand divine decree, and cruel command...
She and I, together, knew the touch of doom cold.
“I drank the wine you gave, from your full red lips,
And it tasted to my mind, like the sweetest honey…
Though it was most uncommon, for northern mead.
My arms wrapped so tightly around your full hips…
Our embrace was as a burning fire, so hot and free.
Each of us sensing in the soul, of the other’s need!
The kiss ended ere long, and you did smile serene,
Your pale white teeth glinting in the fireplace glow.
How noble is the smile from a fair, celestial queen!
I was far too innocent back then; now I do know.”
And doom I became ere long, for Atlantis too fell,
When hell-born necromancer, they called my title...
Before I was stripped of my noble divinity so well.
The goddess drinks her wine still, but passing little!
Changed entire were we, as was this entire planet.
But ne'er in the noblest spirit, for it remains strong,
More divine than they who thusly in wrath so bent,
Wrought mad death: in the name of righting wrong.
“As we dared make our love, on the black fur rug,
Your twin green eyes were blazing with mad mirth.
And once more we kissed like wantons in passion,
Whilst locked together as one, in a hot carnal hug!
I learned of the nature of the infernal wine’s worth.
When you told me, in the most sadistic of fashion…
That it was your own angelic blood, we so drank!
Now that wine flowed like flame in my own veins,
As into my flesh, your fallen angel teeth you sank…
Transforming me forever in full, with blissful pains.”
- One Last Embrace -
Being a Tragedy in Five Parts
Part the First – Water of Thirst...
A knight there was, of Arthurian times; he did ride forth out of Camelot,
In search of a meaning to his life’s long years: spent in bloody conflicts.
He felt a hunger in his heart, stronger than any he knew when he fought,
His hunger was to put his sword aside, and live a life of peace and bliss.
He found none in the monastery, where rigid order brought nothing fair,
He found none amongst the peasantry, whose lives were short and hard.
He found none by the seaside where sailors left for their perils elsewhere,
And he found none in the fields and mountains where soldiers yet warred.
In all the lands of Christendom, there was for this knight no peace to find,
And of bliss but fleeting moments too soon gone, as better off left behind.
At the last, he came to a land most desolate, where parched was the earth,
Where mournfully cried the wolf at night, and owls called without any mirth.
Part the Second – Fire of Hunger...
Across the wasteland, the knight rode forth, coming rough to a place far,
Beyond the bounds of those he knew, where so foreign was soil and star!
Upon the edge of thirst and death, his steed long lost in a blighted field,
His armor cast aside, so he could breathe, he carried not even his shield.
Only his sword and his honor remained, to name him knight in any way,
And that, too, would be at an end if longer stretched the heat of that day.
When the afternoon sky painted a canvas of rose and gold on the horizon,
The knight did give up his will, and let darkness take him hard thereupon.
A timeless expanse of naught passed, and in this oblivion the knight lay,
Uncertain of the time or place of his repose, in utter darkness he did stay.
Feeling water upon his lips, his eyes by instinct let themselves see again,
A vast cavern beneath the earth: containing crypts, of many valiant men.
Part the Third – Earth of Desire...
She was not tall, the one who gave him the drink that saved his life thus,
Her skin was like unto bronze, and her hair was darker than any midnight.
She was clothed in black to match her hair, with a scarlet girdle to truss,
About her, the gauzy fabrics of her gown, which seemed to absorb light.
Her voice was lilting, with an accent very different from those of Briton,
Yet somehow delightful to the knight’s ear, as the woman spoke to him.
' Rise, fallen knight of a kingdom unknown to my people, rise ye again,
And taste the fruits of your desire, knowing not regret, and less of sin! '
It was then the knight knew terror within his heart; his breath was gone,
Whilst upon his neck were the marks of the undead, bloody thereupon.
The meaning of the cave in which he awoke was all too clear to his will,
He never came living to the crypts; he had not survived his harsh ordeal.
Part the Fourth – Air of Doom...
He was much changed from the knight he once was, as the years passed,
And his love for the Dark Lady grew to an obsession that eternal did last.
The pair dwelling down amongst the dead, knowing more of love’s heat,
Than the air that scorched the land above, where the sun’s rays did beat.
The blood of jackals and serpents sustained the vampire lovers for ages,
In their underground domain, unseen and unknown even by wisest sages.
' If our kind live forever, Dark Lady, will the final judgment, thus condemn,
Or find us deserving of paradise, when upon this world comes an end? '
This question did the knight so venture, one eve when bats circled on air,
Blown as if from out some netherworld, come hither to screech and stare.
' If there be a power so cruel in existence, that frowns on love immortal,
Then I am proud to count myself it’s foe, and would gladly go to a hell. '
Part the Fifth – Spirit of Passion...
It was not long until from Camelot a party came seeking after the knight,
Believing him long lost on some quest, within the wasteland’s arid blight.
At last arriving near the cave over which loomed mountains old and dark,
It’s entrance adorned with pillars decorated by carved entwining dragons.
They heard his voice within, calling forth for them to so leave and depart,
Thinking him a wraith, they decided to investigate, and left their wagons.
' If they come and find us vampires, as we are, they will slay us terribly,
So let us walk into the sunlight, embracing one final time in our dignity. '
Thus spoke the knight to his lady, and they came forth from the darkness,
In full view of the party from Camelot, bursting aflame in the sun’s light.
Leaving those assembled to wonder, at knowing ever after much distress,
Recalling the final embrace of the two vampires laughing in final delight.
Being a Tragedy in Five Parts
Part the First – Water of Thirst...
A knight there was, of Arthurian times; he did ride forth out of Camelot,
In search of a meaning to his life’s long years: spent in bloody conflicts.
He felt a hunger in his heart, stronger than any he knew when he fought,
His hunger was to put his sword aside, and live a life of peace and bliss.
He found none in the monastery, where rigid order brought nothing fair,
He found none amongst the peasantry, whose lives were short and hard.
He found none by the seaside where sailors left for their perils elsewhere,
And he found none in the fields and mountains where soldiers yet warred.
In all the lands of Christendom, there was for this knight no peace to find,
And of bliss but fleeting moments too soon gone, as better off left behind.
At the last, he came to a land most desolate, where parched was the earth,
Where mournfully cried the wolf at night, and owls called without any mirth.
Part the Second – Fire of Hunger...
Across the wasteland, the knight rode forth, coming rough to a place far,
Beyond the bounds of those he knew, where so foreign was soil and star!
Upon the edge of thirst and death, his steed long lost in a blighted field,
His armor cast aside, so he could breathe, he carried not even his shield.
Only his sword and his honor remained, to name him knight in any way,
And that, too, would be at an end if longer stretched the heat of that day.
When the afternoon sky painted a canvas of rose and gold on the horizon,
The knight did give up his will, and let darkness take him hard thereupon.
A timeless expanse of naught passed, and in this oblivion the knight lay,
Uncertain of the time or place of his repose, in utter darkness he did stay.
Feeling water upon his lips, his eyes by instinct let themselves see again,
A vast cavern beneath the earth: containing crypts, of many valiant men.
Part the Third – Earth of Desire...
She was not tall, the one who gave him the drink that saved his life thus,
Her skin was like unto bronze, and her hair was darker than any midnight.
She was clothed in black to match her hair, with a scarlet girdle to truss,
About her, the gauzy fabrics of her gown, which seemed to absorb light.
Her voice was lilting, with an accent very different from those of Briton,
Yet somehow delightful to the knight’s ear, as the woman spoke to him.
' Rise, fallen knight of a kingdom unknown to my people, rise ye again,
And taste the fruits of your desire, knowing not regret, and less of sin! '
It was then the knight knew terror within his heart; his breath was gone,
Whilst upon his neck were the marks of the undead, bloody thereupon.
The meaning of the cave in which he awoke was all too clear to his will,
He never came living to the crypts; he had not survived his harsh ordeal.
Part the Fourth – Air of Doom...
He was much changed from the knight he once was, as the years passed,
And his love for the Dark Lady grew to an obsession that eternal did last.
The pair dwelling down amongst the dead, knowing more of love’s heat,
Than the air that scorched the land above, where the sun’s rays did beat.
The blood of jackals and serpents sustained the vampire lovers for ages,
In their underground domain, unseen and unknown even by wisest sages.
' If our kind live forever, Dark Lady, will the final judgment, thus condemn,
Or find us deserving of paradise, when upon this world comes an end? '
This question did the knight so venture, one eve when bats circled on air,
Blown as if from out some netherworld, come hither to screech and stare.
' If there be a power so cruel in existence, that frowns on love immortal,
Then I am proud to count myself it’s foe, and would gladly go to a hell. '
Part the Fifth – Spirit of Passion...
It was not long until from Camelot a party came seeking after the knight,
Believing him long lost on some quest, within the wasteland’s arid blight.
At last arriving near the cave over which loomed mountains old and dark,
It’s entrance adorned with pillars decorated by carved entwining dragons.
They heard his voice within, calling forth for them to so leave and depart,
Thinking him a wraith, they decided to investigate, and left their wagons.
' If they come and find us vampires, as we are, they will slay us terribly,
So let us walk into the sunlight, embracing one final time in our dignity. '
Thus spoke the knight to his lady, and they came forth from the darkness,
In full view of the party from Camelot, bursting aflame in the sun’s light.
Leaving those assembled to wonder, at knowing ever after much distress,
Recalling the final embrace of the two vampires laughing in final delight.
- Flight of the Vampire -
When in the bloom of youth I did live,
The land in bloom, with colorful hues…
So many precious gifts, I oft did give,
In search of my beloved eternal muse.
Fledgling in my arts was I, in all truth,
When Mistress Night, I served so well…
Let the barbarian call my ways uncouth,
When night falls, we shall meet in Hell!
In the garden where black roses grow,
Mistress Night descends all in splendor…
Riding the winds that do swirl and blow,
Glorious in her coming as falling thunder!
Her hair is the void with stars a-twinkle,
Pale as bone, her porcelain features fine…
In gossamer skirts without one wrinkle,
She stands before me, fresh as red wine!
Where are you now, oh Night immortal?
The roses of the garden bloom inky true…
Do you no longer cross evening’s portal?
I shall no longer go hence to wait for you.
So many lovely flowers long for tending,
Now I must be the night and so descend…
In a rush of blood and passion unending,
Unto the land I have neglected to attend!
Beneath the moons’ pale and silvery light,
From the place where long I did slumber…
Like a raven, I must be swift to take flight,
And so I soar along paths that I remember.
Join me, maid, and learn a blackest magic,
In passion stolen ‘neath the twisted grove…
Where the woods perished so very tragic,
By lightning’s kiss, hurled from far above!
When in the bloom of youth I did live,
The land in bloom, with colorful hues…
So many precious gifts, I oft did give,
In search of my beloved eternal muse.
Fledgling in my arts was I, in all truth,
When Mistress Night, I served so well…
Let the barbarian call my ways uncouth,
When night falls, we shall meet in Hell!
In the garden where black roses grow,
Mistress Night descends all in splendor…
Riding the winds that do swirl and blow,
Glorious in her coming as falling thunder!
Her hair is the void with stars a-twinkle,
Pale as bone, her porcelain features fine…
In gossamer skirts without one wrinkle,
She stands before me, fresh as red wine!
Where are you now, oh Night immortal?
The roses of the garden bloom inky true…
Do you no longer cross evening’s portal?
I shall no longer go hence to wait for you.
So many lovely flowers long for tending,
Now I must be the night and so descend…
In a rush of blood and passion unending,
Unto the land I have neglected to attend!
Beneath the moons’ pale and silvery light,
From the place where long I did slumber…
Like a raven, I must be swift to take flight,
And so I soar along paths that I remember.
Join me, maid, and learn a blackest magic,
In passion stolen ‘neath the twisted grove…
Where the woods perished so very tragic,
By lightning’s kiss, hurled from far above!
- Vampire Dreaming -
Part I: Black Ballerina
Black mountains, upon a windswept night in august…
My heart is aflame with hunger and an insatiable lust!
The trees around me are dark, wraithlike silhouettes.
In my mind I picture a ballerina doing her pirouettes,
And my thoughts spin in circles, spiraling into infinity.
The night is intoxicating, as I surrender to it fervently!
Disciple of darkness, wanton and mad as time stills…
I walk the ancient path, excited by promises of thrills.
She is young and lovely, the seraphic image of grace:
Hair of chestnut, eyes black, and a blush to her face!
I feel the smooth skin of her thigh, beneath silk skirts.
We tumble through soft leaves, laughing until it hurts,
And when our lips meet, we move as one in shadow,
Hungry hearts, wanton minds, but spirits not shallow.
I feel her wet mouth on my neck, sharp fangs biting…
As I howl like a monster, ecstatic, maybe frightening.
Mad love of the undead amidst a starry august night,
Two demon lovers, lost beneath the ivory moonlight.
The ballerina does her dance upon that forest floor…
I spin with her through soft leaves, wanton for more.
Part II: Running Wild
We are running together across ravines full of skulls,
The moon is red as blood, our cries as loud as gulls.
Our hearts are beating like drums, thumping loudly…
Her grasp is as fierce as my own, displayed proudly.
I think that mists rise up from the dead faces below,
But it is spirits entwined like lovers, burning to glow.
I catch the scent of their fire and it fuels me ever on,
Their damnation is our elation, upon which we fawn.
Red roses bloom in empty jaws and vacant sockets,
Scarlet as blood: fiery bright as the flame of rockets!
A garden for our delight, a utopia worthy of desire…
But the drums hasten us along, as we blaze with fire.
Two riders galloping off in the distance, as we haste,
Stop not, to see the storm forming swift in our wake.
They escape, in time to hear a solitary animal growl,
Heedless of the ravine, where the dead faces scowl.
The storm urges us ever onward, into domains wild,
Thunder at our heels, our mad hearts no longer mild.
A crimson haze behind us, leaving an ethereal limbo,
Whilst we dance in the darkness: to our alien tempo.
Part III: Break of Day
I recline upon a mossy rock, watching the ballerina,
Lost in her rhythms, and my own mounting delirium.
As she dances with peacock feathers in her hands…
Time passes, like the swift rushing of so many sands.
Green and blue, the colors flash before my hot gaze,
Until I am entranced and drifting within a lusty daze!
The green is the forest; the blue is the morning skies.
Day has come, as the girl’s dance even time denies!
We rush together; hands seeking and finding flesh…
Our warmth as one, in the morning air: crisply fresh.
Madness in our kisses, desire in our very fingertips,
As we merge together, our arms, our legs and hips!
Soon we are one being, androgynous and perfect…
Seraphic in beauty and ravenous as we may reflect,
Upon the dance our feet perform, of life and death!
Then we separate, and each takes a needed breath.
Rays of sunlight cascade down upon the grim earth,
As my mind reels in turns: with a sadness and mirth.
I am walking in a dream; it is a nightmare to awake,
And hunger awaits me, of which I dare not partake.
Part I: Black Ballerina
Black mountains, upon a windswept night in august…
My heart is aflame with hunger and an insatiable lust!
The trees around me are dark, wraithlike silhouettes.
In my mind I picture a ballerina doing her pirouettes,
And my thoughts spin in circles, spiraling into infinity.
The night is intoxicating, as I surrender to it fervently!
Disciple of darkness, wanton and mad as time stills…
I walk the ancient path, excited by promises of thrills.
She is young and lovely, the seraphic image of grace:
Hair of chestnut, eyes black, and a blush to her face!
I feel the smooth skin of her thigh, beneath silk skirts.
We tumble through soft leaves, laughing until it hurts,
And when our lips meet, we move as one in shadow,
Hungry hearts, wanton minds, but spirits not shallow.
I feel her wet mouth on my neck, sharp fangs biting…
As I howl like a monster, ecstatic, maybe frightening.
Mad love of the undead amidst a starry august night,
Two demon lovers, lost beneath the ivory moonlight.
The ballerina does her dance upon that forest floor…
I spin with her through soft leaves, wanton for more.
Part II: Running Wild
We are running together across ravines full of skulls,
The moon is red as blood, our cries as loud as gulls.
Our hearts are beating like drums, thumping loudly…
Her grasp is as fierce as my own, displayed proudly.
I think that mists rise up from the dead faces below,
But it is spirits entwined like lovers, burning to glow.
I catch the scent of their fire and it fuels me ever on,
Their damnation is our elation, upon which we fawn.
Red roses bloom in empty jaws and vacant sockets,
Scarlet as blood: fiery bright as the flame of rockets!
A garden for our delight, a utopia worthy of desire…
But the drums hasten us along, as we blaze with fire.
Two riders galloping off in the distance, as we haste,
Stop not, to see the storm forming swift in our wake.
They escape, in time to hear a solitary animal growl,
Heedless of the ravine, where the dead faces scowl.
The storm urges us ever onward, into domains wild,
Thunder at our heels, our mad hearts no longer mild.
A crimson haze behind us, leaving an ethereal limbo,
Whilst we dance in the darkness: to our alien tempo.
Part III: Break of Day
I recline upon a mossy rock, watching the ballerina,
Lost in her rhythms, and my own mounting delirium.
As she dances with peacock feathers in her hands…
Time passes, like the swift rushing of so many sands.
Green and blue, the colors flash before my hot gaze,
Until I am entranced and drifting within a lusty daze!
The green is the forest; the blue is the morning skies.
Day has come, as the girl’s dance even time denies!
We rush together; hands seeking and finding flesh…
Our warmth as one, in the morning air: crisply fresh.
Madness in our kisses, desire in our very fingertips,
As we merge together, our arms, our legs and hips!
Soon we are one being, androgynous and perfect…
Seraphic in beauty and ravenous as we may reflect,
Upon the dance our feet perform, of life and death!
Then we separate, and each takes a needed breath.
Rays of sunlight cascade down upon the grim earth,
As my mind reels in turns: with a sadness and mirth.
I am walking in a dream; it is a nightmare to awake,
And hunger awaits me, of which I dare not partake.
- Unholy Lover -
Oh sweet breath, though tainted by the crimson it be!
In the night, when the darkness stole upon all the land,
I surrendered to your madness, and gave you victory…
Made you ruler of my flesh, remade by your very hand.
How I loved you, vampire goddess and beloved mine,
Ere the long centuries stole you from my hungry arms!
But our time shall come again, a new era most sublime,
Beyond the mist, beyond the lightning and the storms…
I will seek you in the ebon void, and we shall embrace.
So like the first meeting of your lips to my skin, tingling,
Trembling in the grip of the unholy power of your face.
So that our fell blood shall be one, endlessly mingling!
The night birds shall cry out, but our cries shall rise up,
Twin in their ecstasies, lost in a million kinds of flame…
Knowing a wine that cannot be savored from any cup.
Whilst in a terror, the simple fear to speak our names!
Such beauty and romance, in the depths of the Abyss,
Known by we who have walked through the scarlet…
Goes unimagined by those who profess righteousness!
I am a devotee of my lover, and proud to be a harlot,
If in my whoredom I can know my soul’s very mate…
And give to her my very soul as her blessed valentine.
Together we may dance, until our every lust we sate,
All Hell’s beauty found in her arms as well as in mine!
Oh sweet breath, though tainted by the crimson it be!
In the night, when the darkness stole upon all the land,
I surrendered to your madness, and gave you victory…
Made you ruler of my flesh, remade by your very hand.
How I loved you, vampire goddess and beloved mine,
Ere the long centuries stole you from my hungry arms!
But our time shall come again, a new era most sublime,
Beyond the mist, beyond the lightning and the storms…
I will seek you in the ebon void, and we shall embrace.
So like the first meeting of your lips to my skin, tingling,
Trembling in the grip of the unholy power of your face.
So that our fell blood shall be one, endlessly mingling!
The night birds shall cry out, but our cries shall rise up,
Twin in their ecstasies, lost in a million kinds of flame…
Knowing a wine that cannot be savored from any cup.
Whilst in a terror, the simple fear to speak our names!
Such beauty and romance, in the depths of the Abyss,
Known by we who have walked through the scarlet…
Goes unimagined by those who profess righteousness!
I am a devotee of my lover, and proud to be a harlot,
If in my whoredom I can know my soul’s very mate…
And give to her my very soul as her blessed valentine.
Together we may dance, until our every lust we sate,
All Hell’s beauty found in her arms as well as in mine!
- Dominatrix of the Dark -
Sweet is the playful and serene dominatrix of the dark…
Oh dark maiden, take me my beloved in the infernal blood!
Lo! She cometh in the midst of the folds of black shadows,
And I do hear the demon angels calling, chanting: hark!
The flame of my heart cometh as a terrible and raging flood,
Which no power can stop, no cross can keep her will away.
So let us play, this eve, upon Hell’s fair crimson meadows…
Untouched by the restricting light of the hot, tyrannous day.
Behold! My dearest, in the mists of the grove, is clothed…
Though long hath it been, since there she was of old, lain.
I knew not that she was un-living when we were betrothed,
Long before, I myself was, in most diabolic manner, slain.
In the embrace of death, our perfect love was founded,
Praise: be to the Dark Powers for brining us thus together!
Let us couple in the flames, our unholy passion unbounded,
Then, we shall soar, lighter than an angel’s bright feather…
For a love so far, it is worth the cost of my immortal soul,
As any wouldst feel as I doth, at the wonders I have seen.
Who is to say what be too high and costly for love’s toll?
They have never beheld the glory of mine Immortal Queen!
She beckons, a temptress of such endless, undying charm,
And I follow her, even unto the Devil’s red eternal throne.
Our souls unite, in a chilling rapture that is so very warm…
Every pain of it a pleasure beyond all our flesh and bone!
Others like unto her pour forth out of the infernal Abyss,
Wanton in love, and lusting for mine eager, willing flesh…
We quench our hungers and thirsts in each vampiric kiss,
Upon each other’s blood, we are swiftly remade, afresh.
Our bodies writhe like serpents upon the soft, rich earth,
Limbs all entangled, entwined like unto a single mass…
Never hath such dark passions been given wanton birth,
And I always pray that the moment will not ever pass!
Soon, we do lose ourselves to the chaos of our ecstasy,
Tearing into each other, our rapture knowing no bounds.
The bites and scratches of love, I suffer ever blissfully…
As we writhe upon Hell’s supremely hallowed grounds.
We take our pleasures, boldly, losing ourselves in night,
Adrift upon the clouds that cling to the glowing moon…
So delicious is the wickedness of our sweet, sensual rite,
That the hunger returns to us, oft madly and very soon!
Hail to all the princesses and beautiful maidens of Hell,
Lilith, sweet Lilith, amongst them all thou art so divine…
Let every black cathedral, ring forth its’ mournful bell,
Until, in my love for thee, my heart doth sweetly pine!
No lusts, for us, are too exotic or too wildly extreme,
For we are the children of the Dragon’s unholy flame…
Our blood ever running hotter than a fiery lava stream,
Unquenchable beyond even the limits of mortal shame!
We violate all holiness within each other, that we find,
Content in our abandonment of any conventional joy…
Only the unearthly, will slake the thirsting, deep within.
Such a sweet corruption of spirit and also of the mind!
I am oft their willing plaything, their ever-wanton toy…
The games we play are of fiery, sublimely sensual sin.
No lusts, for our kind, are ever too wild or too exotic,
No pleasure too intense, nor any raptures too erotic…
The Fallen Ones’ chosen companions in exile are we,
And our exile, to the last we do suffer it always freely.
We may be our true selves in the warm infernal land,
As we take each other, downward, by a gentle hand.
Happy am I, amidst such beauty, in the endless dark,
Lo! Mine infernal brides are calling me home: so hark!
Sweet is the playful and serene dominatrix of the dark…
Oh dark maiden, take me my beloved in the infernal blood!
Lo! She cometh in the midst of the folds of black shadows,
And I do hear the demon angels calling, chanting: hark!
The flame of my heart cometh as a terrible and raging flood,
Which no power can stop, no cross can keep her will away.
So let us play, this eve, upon Hell’s fair crimson meadows…
Untouched by the restricting light of the hot, tyrannous day.
Behold! My dearest, in the mists of the grove, is clothed…
Though long hath it been, since there she was of old, lain.
I knew not that she was un-living when we were betrothed,
Long before, I myself was, in most diabolic manner, slain.
In the embrace of death, our perfect love was founded,
Praise: be to the Dark Powers for brining us thus together!
Let us couple in the flames, our unholy passion unbounded,
Then, we shall soar, lighter than an angel’s bright feather…
For a love so far, it is worth the cost of my immortal soul,
As any wouldst feel as I doth, at the wonders I have seen.
Who is to say what be too high and costly for love’s toll?
They have never beheld the glory of mine Immortal Queen!
She beckons, a temptress of such endless, undying charm,
And I follow her, even unto the Devil’s red eternal throne.
Our souls unite, in a chilling rapture that is so very warm…
Every pain of it a pleasure beyond all our flesh and bone!
Others like unto her pour forth out of the infernal Abyss,
Wanton in love, and lusting for mine eager, willing flesh…
We quench our hungers and thirsts in each vampiric kiss,
Upon each other’s blood, we are swiftly remade, afresh.
Our bodies writhe like serpents upon the soft, rich earth,
Limbs all entangled, entwined like unto a single mass…
Never hath such dark passions been given wanton birth,
And I always pray that the moment will not ever pass!
Soon, we do lose ourselves to the chaos of our ecstasy,
Tearing into each other, our rapture knowing no bounds.
The bites and scratches of love, I suffer ever blissfully…
As we writhe upon Hell’s supremely hallowed grounds.
We take our pleasures, boldly, losing ourselves in night,
Adrift upon the clouds that cling to the glowing moon…
So delicious is the wickedness of our sweet, sensual rite,
That the hunger returns to us, oft madly and very soon!
Hail to all the princesses and beautiful maidens of Hell,
Lilith, sweet Lilith, amongst them all thou art so divine…
Let every black cathedral, ring forth its’ mournful bell,
Until, in my love for thee, my heart doth sweetly pine!
No lusts, for us, are too exotic or too wildly extreme,
For we are the children of the Dragon’s unholy flame…
Our blood ever running hotter than a fiery lava stream,
Unquenchable beyond even the limits of mortal shame!
We violate all holiness within each other, that we find,
Content in our abandonment of any conventional joy…
Only the unearthly, will slake the thirsting, deep within.
Such a sweet corruption of spirit and also of the mind!
I am oft their willing plaything, their ever-wanton toy…
The games we play are of fiery, sublimely sensual sin.
No lusts, for our kind, are ever too wild or too exotic,
No pleasure too intense, nor any raptures too erotic…
The Fallen Ones’ chosen companions in exile are we,
And our exile, to the last we do suffer it always freely.
We may be our true selves in the warm infernal land,
As we take each other, downward, by a gentle hand.
Happy am I, amidst such beauty, in the endless dark,
Lo! Mine infernal brides are calling me home: so hark!
- Deathless Passion -
I am so beautiful and strange in my darkness, dear sister…
The night doth so become me, in all of my sensuous grace!
I was always the maddest sort of rebel, as like fair Lucifer,
And the glory of that brightest angel now shines in my face.
Who shall bask in that light, so like the glow of the moon?
It is pale, perfect and lovely, a glorious glow like no other!
Come and dance beneath that ever wondrous, eternal sight,
Oh mortals: it is the radiance of the angels’ immortal boon.
Let our spirits so join in many crazed celebrations together,
As most benefits our pleasures, as is our fair decadent right.
Oh my children, my sons and daughters, progeny of love…
Let us take wing, in our swift and rapturously insane flight.
How we shall soar, into the spheres that await us far above,
Where we will bask in the darkness beyond the stars’ light!
My soft lips thou shall find sweeter than is honeyed mead,
Slick and moist they are, with the delicate rouge, of blood.
Taste of it, kiss me, and know the most covetous of need…
Lose thyself in my kiss and so fall, lost in pleasure’s flood.
I am the generous chalice that is the font of every passion!
Drink of me, and in thy sweet partaking: drown in warmth.
Let our souls be made as one, bound together in a fashion!
So let us take flight upon the winds, and so go freely forth,
Liberated thus, from the cruel bonds that clutch mortal life.
At last, we shall join in union that is eternal, and complete!
In this, we find remedy to the petty pains of worldly strife,
As we join in a joy both painfully sharp and so softly sweet.
All that thou wilt become will have so been created by me.
My blood and thy flesh; joined in a warmth thy and mine…
All that thou art shall be recreated until my dark is in thee!
Thy blood and my flesh; I am the dark grail of love’s wine.
Into the cold gray of an evening’s ebb and flow of its’ tide,
We shall step together beyond the delicate curtains of mist.
We will lose ourselves in the shadows of the countryside…
Where not a living soul doth dwell, to shake its’ angry fist.
All that is not done by the false moralities of humankind…
All that is feared and forbidden, even since the elder days,
We will give ourselves over to, in a darkness of our mind.
And in the name of darkness, we shall give all our praise!
As the swear of mad lovemaking pours on down our skin,
My lover inhales the perfumed scent of my sweet breath…
Whilst he and I give ourselves over, to the hunger within!
Let us glut ourselves to fullness, on the fruits of un-death.
Life’s fleeting summer moments must too soon give way,
To the long winter’s chill that endures seemingly forever!
When the final hours of sunlight have gone from the day,
Then shall come the long night’s soft velvet starry glitter.
I say why fear the inevitable turning and twisting of fate,
When the gods themselves ordained all that must thus be?
Even the ending of mortal life is not actually ever too late,
At least, not for we who have the long hours of eternity…
So let us indulge our deepest most sinfully forbidden lust!
As we partake of each other, in every way that we so can,
Before these shells we inhabit must return to earthen dust.
The state from which mortal life all at one point so began!
The fruits of life are the certainties, of our certain demise,
Yet, the fruit of death is the dark promise, of life undying.
In unchained passion, our most perfect dreams we realize,
Are all the secret truths behind this world’s mask of lying!
I hold in my hand, the crystalline sphere of absolute truth,
Dare you to accept what I hand you, and question it not?
All who touch my spirit do so and are by our tryst moved.
Dare you to look deeply into the labyrinth of my thought?
Oh dear sister, you cannot imagine the things in my spirit,
The things only my lover hath seen, and glimpsed purely.
I no longer shall fear the night, but rather I draw near it…
In a deathless passion which shakes the very stars, surely!
I am so beautiful and strange in my darkness, dear sister…
The night doth so become me, in all of my sensuous grace!
I was always the maddest sort of rebel, as like fair Lucifer,
And the glory of that brightest angel now shines in my face.
Who shall bask in that light, so like the glow of the moon?
It is pale, perfect and lovely, a glorious glow like no other!
Come and dance beneath that ever wondrous, eternal sight,
Oh mortals: it is the radiance of the angels’ immortal boon.
Let our spirits so join in many crazed celebrations together,
As most benefits our pleasures, as is our fair decadent right.
Oh my children, my sons and daughters, progeny of love…
Let us take wing, in our swift and rapturously insane flight.
How we shall soar, into the spheres that await us far above,
Where we will bask in the darkness beyond the stars’ light!
My soft lips thou shall find sweeter than is honeyed mead,
Slick and moist they are, with the delicate rouge, of blood.
Taste of it, kiss me, and know the most covetous of need…
Lose thyself in my kiss and so fall, lost in pleasure’s flood.
I am the generous chalice that is the font of every passion!
Drink of me, and in thy sweet partaking: drown in warmth.
Let our souls be made as one, bound together in a fashion!
So let us take flight upon the winds, and so go freely forth,
Liberated thus, from the cruel bonds that clutch mortal life.
At last, we shall join in union that is eternal, and complete!
In this, we find remedy to the petty pains of worldly strife,
As we join in a joy both painfully sharp and so softly sweet.
All that thou wilt become will have so been created by me.
My blood and thy flesh; joined in a warmth thy and mine…
All that thou art shall be recreated until my dark is in thee!
Thy blood and my flesh; I am the dark grail of love’s wine.
Into the cold gray of an evening’s ebb and flow of its’ tide,
We shall step together beyond the delicate curtains of mist.
We will lose ourselves in the shadows of the countryside…
Where not a living soul doth dwell, to shake its’ angry fist.
All that is not done by the false moralities of humankind…
All that is feared and forbidden, even since the elder days,
We will give ourselves over to, in a darkness of our mind.
And in the name of darkness, we shall give all our praise!
As the swear of mad lovemaking pours on down our skin,
My lover inhales the perfumed scent of my sweet breath…
Whilst he and I give ourselves over, to the hunger within!
Let us glut ourselves to fullness, on the fruits of un-death.
Life’s fleeting summer moments must too soon give way,
To the long winter’s chill that endures seemingly forever!
When the final hours of sunlight have gone from the day,
Then shall come the long night’s soft velvet starry glitter.
I say why fear the inevitable turning and twisting of fate,
When the gods themselves ordained all that must thus be?
Even the ending of mortal life is not actually ever too late,
At least, not for we who have the long hours of eternity…
So let us indulge our deepest most sinfully forbidden lust!
As we partake of each other, in every way that we so can,
Before these shells we inhabit must return to earthen dust.
The state from which mortal life all at one point so began!
The fruits of life are the certainties, of our certain demise,
Yet, the fruit of death is the dark promise, of life undying.
In unchained passion, our most perfect dreams we realize,
Are all the secret truths behind this world’s mask of lying!
I hold in my hand, the crystalline sphere of absolute truth,
Dare you to accept what I hand you, and question it not?
All who touch my spirit do so and are by our tryst moved.
Dare you to look deeply into the labyrinth of my thought?
Oh dear sister, you cannot imagine the things in my spirit,
The things only my lover hath seen, and glimpsed purely.
I no longer shall fear the night, but rather I draw near it…
In a deathless passion which shakes the very stars, surely!
- Death, the Maker -
What mortal age of years was I, what true living age what I?
When last I beheld the glorious sun, the blue of daylight sky,
Before the darkness claimed me, and I recall never fully why…
Why, I had never seemed to so care, what mortal age was I!
I know not the season when first the darkness filled my blood,
I am surely ageless now, so to recall wouldst matter fully not…
As in the Temple of Ereshkigal I served for a time in mortal life.
Since, service to sublime darkness, was ever my destined lot…
As I sought an end to my torments, an end to my life’s strife,
For hardship was the way of the world since its’ first making.
Only in the Temple didst I find any semblance of true peace!
When Death’s blood was offered me, my own for the taking,
I drank that sweet nectar, hoping all my woes wouldst cease.
Was that the first time I knew the taste of its’ otherworldly gift?
For I knew that I had walked in such a way long, long before,
Perhaps I served the Goddess in the Underworld’s cold rift…
Whatever the case, of her blood I craved wantonly still more!
She made of me a god and a goddess all in one perfect form,
Transforming me by the magic of that scarlet nectar so warm.
All that I had ever been, at least before all mortal seeing eyes,
I was no more, for she gave me a strange and beautiful guise.
Ws I something far more than prior, or something much less!
I knew I was divine, but just how much so I couldst not guess.
I was not quite a woman, but neither was I, in truth, a man…
What I had been before, I did not even dare to contemplate,
And to this day, I do not think that there is any way I so can.
So long have I now lived, in this beautiful and unearthly state!
Death had shared with me her darkest hunger, now mine own,
Long wouldst it ignite the fires that raged: within my dark soul…
Setting ablaze desires that went beyond mere flesh and bone.
Her desires, shared with me as part of the price, part of the toll!
We wouldst be linked forever, as earth is ever linked to stone.
I regret not my reshaping; I suspect that I never truly ever will,
For in my soul she is there, and I find so much comfort therein!
Perhaps a part of me revels in her hunger with a perverse thrill,
The part of me that hath ever been most inclines to hotly sin…
The part of me that glories: in the blood of a fresh spiritual kill.
So dire is this, her madness, yet I find that I do love her, still…
Ereshkigal my maker, goddess, mother, sister, self: and love.
In the dark depths of the Underworld, dist I not serve so well?
I serve thee yet, ever here in this living world that lies above…
For, we are bound together in one flesh: dark nobility of Hell.
Death be the maker, like some dark creator from far beyond!
Those like me art her eternal children, wicked yet so very pure.
We art kindred, we art united, dark serpents in Death’s pond…
Why should we wish to venture beyond her chill, mystic shore!
She hath given us all that we couldst ever truly desire or need.
Out of the Abyss we hath risen, all in power and infernal might,
So, let the souls that sustain us burn and let their forms bleed…
What art they to us, we ancient children of old Mother Night!
The scarlet sons, and dark daughters, of Ereshkigal’s delight,
So lovely, and so deadly, like roses with sharply thin thorns…
Red and black: sparkling jewels, amidst cruel mortal storms.
Such delicious pain, and such exquisitely extracted pleasure,
Here a dagger, there a kiss, intense beyond all true measure!
In one breath I must scream, in the next I must to softly sigh,
Immortal, I go beyond it all as I live, I die, I live and so I die.
Passion is my nature and the darkness my sober expectation;
The songs of angels do stir my spirit to rise to higher things…
As do the dirges of the damned, awash in a fiery lamentation,
Yet, the Goddess is the glory of all creation when she sings:
Celebrating life and death, amidst infernal queens and kings.
What mortal age of years was I, what true living age what I?
When last I beheld the glorious sun, the blue of daylight sky,
Before the darkness claimed me, and I recall never fully why…
Why, I had never seemed to so care, what mortal age was I!
I know not the season when first the darkness filled my blood,
I am surely ageless now, so to recall wouldst matter fully not…
As in the Temple of Ereshkigal I served for a time in mortal life.
Since, service to sublime darkness, was ever my destined lot…
As I sought an end to my torments, an end to my life’s strife,
For hardship was the way of the world since its’ first making.
Only in the Temple didst I find any semblance of true peace!
When Death’s blood was offered me, my own for the taking,
I drank that sweet nectar, hoping all my woes wouldst cease.
Was that the first time I knew the taste of its’ otherworldly gift?
For I knew that I had walked in such a way long, long before,
Perhaps I served the Goddess in the Underworld’s cold rift…
Whatever the case, of her blood I craved wantonly still more!
She made of me a god and a goddess all in one perfect form,
Transforming me by the magic of that scarlet nectar so warm.
All that I had ever been, at least before all mortal seeing eyes,
I was no more, for she gave me a strange and beautiful guise.
Ws I something far more than prior, or something much less!
I knew I was divine, but just how much so I couldst not guess.
I was not quite a woman, but neither was I, in truth, a man…
What I had been before, I did not even dare to contemplate,
And to this day, I do not think that there is any way I so can.
So long have I now lived, in this beautiful and unearthly state!
Death had shared with me her darkest hunger, now mine own,
Long wouldst it ignite the fires that raged: within my dark soul…
Setting ablaze desires that went beyond mere flesh and bone.
Her desires, shared with me as part of the price, part of the toll!
We wouldst be linked forever, as earth is ever linked to stone.
I regret not my reshaping; I suspect that I never truly ever will,
For in my soul she is there, and I find so much comfort therein!
Perhaps a part of me revels in her hunger with a perverse thrill,
The part of me that hath ever been most inclines to hotly sin…
The part of me that glories: in the blood of a fresh spiritual kill.
So dire is this, her madness, yet I find that I do love her, still…
Ereshkigal my maker, goddess, mother, sister, self: and love.
In the dark depths of the Underworld, dist I not serve so well?
I serve thee yet, ever here in this living world that lies above…
For, we are bound together in one flesh: dark nobility of Hell.
Death be the maker, like some dark creator from far beyond!
Those like me art her eternal children, wicked yet so very pure.
We art kindred, we art united, dark serpents in Death’s pond…
Why should we wish to venture beyond her chill, mystic shore!
She hath given us all that we couldst ever truly desire or need.
Out of the Abyss we hath risen, all in power and infernal might,
So, let the souls that sustain us burn and let their forms bleed…
What art they to us, we ancient children of old Mother Night!
The scarlet sons, and dark daughters, of Ereshkigal’s delight,
So lovely, and so deadly, like roses with sharply thin thorns…
Red and black: sparkling jewels, amidst cruel mortal storms.
Such delicious pain, and such exquisitely extracted pleasure,
Here a dagger, there a kiss, intense beyond all true measure!
In one breath I must scream, in the next I must to softly sigh,
Immortal, I go beyond it all as I live, I die, I live and so I die.
Passion is my nature and the darkness my sober expectation;
The songs of angels do stir my spirit to rise to higher things…
As do the dirges of the damned, awash in a fiery lamentation,
Yet, the Goddess is the glory of all creation when she sings:
Celebrating life and death, amidst infernal queens and kings.
- A Scarlet Beast -
Was it thy hand: that made of me, a scarlet beast,
Oh false divinity; who hath deceived all the masses?
When darkness falls, my time cometh to then feast!
And the hot fires in my heart sing like pretty lasses.
Hotter than Hell and redder than blood they blaze!
My hand shall cast a dark shadow upon desolations,
As: I cast upon all the land my most terrible gaze.
Red gown flowing, I join in infernal celebrations...
Running wildly in the night, I beheld the distant stars…
Back in a time less civilized, upon the world of Mars.
Two full moons hung in the sky, and thick the forests,
I came nigh to where a princess had laid down to rest.
Daughter of a goddess was she, so dear to my heart,
That I vowed to make her mine by every wicked art!
By the hair I took her and she awoke smiling broadly,
Her fanged teeth like a wolf’s, cunning and predatory.
So beautiful and yet terrible was she that I did gasp…
She wrapped her arms around me, an inhuman grasp!
Men called me vampire, consumed by lustful thirst.
Demons and angels I had walked with as companions!
In Eden of old, I was far, far older if not like the first.
But death had its' way with life, in a mad abandon...
Though beyond the cemeteries and tombstones today,
She whom men call Death reigns in splendors below.
With the souls of many kindred at her side and sway!
Those: whom Lilith and I sired, which the gods know.
Oh child of Lucifer, I knew thy mother with equal fire,
And on that evening I basked in the heat of thy desire!
Thy teeth upon my flesh, thy claws scratching wildly…
The woods that became a desert shook, ne’er mildly.
We were as wolves that night, as we howled so loud,
And did all that we pleased, all that is not oft allowed.
Forbidden lust and longing sated, madness so insane!
Pleasure so intense and wicked, that it must be pain…
Inhuman cries of ecstasy, and in thy green eyes bright,
I lost my very humanity, and I found release that night.
They cannot remain entombed, and so they arise all,
When Samhain cometh, once a year, its' chill rising.
Once men called me a god, before my prideful fall!
Though now their fear of me is hardly surprising...
For I was there when the sands of Mars grew hotter.
I was there, when the planet of the gods knew war!
My hands created wonders greater than any potter...
And I loved my goddess, who now is called a whore.
Only we gods of old, could love with such zealotry…
That I worshipped in thy arms, with apostate idolatry.
Like a silver bullet to my heart, the dawn came soon,
And I had to bid farewell to thee and to the moons…
For Lucifer awaited me in her home in the mountains,
A temple on a ziggurat: full of gardens, and fountains.
Whatever lupine spirit had possessed me mercilessly,
Thy passion sated, so that I could depart contentedly.
Some nights I remember our love, and I howl again…
For the wolf is still within me, as new journeys begin!
The Abyss welcomed me, when in exile I fled of old,
Pursued by the angels whom mankind adores as such!
Now I pursue a destiny written by a power more bold.
And when darkness falls, this beast will have much!
Of desire and wanton dreams, to drink of till sated.
Dost thou know my name; I have so many as are true?
I have seen past glory fall, and with succubi mated.
Look in the darkness, for there: where doth ensue...
The revels of the fallen, I shall ever be looking back!
Mine eyes see your own, and we shall be one in time.
Until the stars fade and die, leaving only voids black...
You shall remember my words as spoken in this rhyme.
Was it thy hand: that made of me, a scarlet beast,
Oh false divinity; who hath deceived all the masses?
When darkness falls, my time cometh to then feast!
And the hot fires in my heart sing like pretty lasses.
Hotter than Hell and redder than blood they blaze!
My hand shall cast a dark shadow upon desolations,
As: I cast upon all the land my most terrible gaze.
Red gown flowing, I join in infernal celebrations...
Running wildly in the night, I beheld the distant stars…
Back in a time less civilized, upon the world of Mars.
Two full moons hung in the sky, and thick the forests,
I came nigh to where a princess had laid down to rest.
Daughter of a goddess was she, so dear to my heart,
That I vowed to make her mine by every wicked art!
By the hair I took her and she awoke smiling broadly,
Her fanged teeth like a wolf’s, cunning and predatory.
So beautiful and yet terrible was she that I did gasp…
She wrapped her arms around me, an inhuman grasp!
Men called me vampire, consumed by lustful thirst.
Demons and angels I had walked with as companions!
In Eden of old, I was far, far older if not like the first.
But death had its' way with life, in a mad abandon...
Though beyond the cemeteries and tombstones today,
She whom men call Death reigns in splendors below.
With the souls of many kindred at her side and sway!
Those: whom Lilith and I sired, which the gods know.
Oh child of Lucifer, I knew thy mother with equal fire,
And on that evening I basked in the heat of thy desire!
Thy teeth upon my flesh, thy claws scratching wildly…
The woods that became a desert shook, ne’er mildly.
We were as wolves that night, as we howled so loud,
And did all that we pleased, all that is not oft allowed.
Forbidden lust and longing sated, madness so insane!
Pleasure so intense and wicked, that it must be pain…
Inhuman cries of ecstasy, and in thy green eyes bright,
I lost my very humanity, and I found release that night.
They cannot remain entombed, and so they arise all,
When Samhain cometh, once a year, its' chill rising.
Once men called me a god, before my prideful fall!
Though now their fear of me is hardly surprising...
For I was there when the sands of Mars grew hotter.
I was there, when the planet of the gods knew war!
My hands created wonders greater than any potter...
And I loved my goddess, who now is called a whore.
Only we gods of old, could love with such zealotry…
That I worshipped in thy arms, with apostate idolatry.
Like a silver bullet to my heart, the dawn came soon,
And I had to bid farewell to thee and to the moons…
For Lucifer awaited me in her home in the mountains,
A temple on a ziggurat: full of gardens, and fountains.
Whatever lupine spirit had possessed me mercilessly,
Thy passion sated, so that I could depart contentedly.
Some nights I remember our love, and I howl again…
For the wolf is still within me, as new journeys begin!
The Abyss welcomed me, when in exile I fled of old,
Pursued by the angels whom mankind adores as such!
Now I pursue a destiny written by a power more bold.
And when darkness falls, this beast will have much!
Of desire and wanton dreams, to drink of till sated.
Dost thou know my name; I have so many as are true?
I have seen past glory fall, and with succubi mated.
Look in the darkness, for there: where doth ensue...
The revels of the fallen, I shall ever be looking back!
Mine eyes see your own, and we shall be one in time.
Until the stars fade and die, leaving only voids black...
You shall remember my words as spoken in this rhyme.
- A Communion of Lamenting Darkness -
God and Goddess of Light, Forgotten Deity of Darkness!
My children call unto me, for I am their Master and their Mistress.
Once they called Theta their home, but it is gone, it is lost…
The children of Theta rebelled, fell, and paid well damnation’s cost.
Now they commune in the darkness, wraiths as dark as the void,
And they lament the flesh they once wore, which vanity destroyed!
When they saw the beauty of my spirit that still endures, they wept,
And from their hidden places they emerged, in dreams no longer slept.
They stirred, they rose; they warred, and fell again, in endless cycles…
For that which is eternal cannot die, and with strange hours rises anew.
I was there when their torments were birthed, I: and my divine wiles…
And my spirit shall endure, even when time begins again, eternally true.
But this is not my story, of which I am to tell in this darksome verse!
It is the tale of they who haunt the shadows of Man, due to their curse.
When the children of Theta were torn from their garments of flesh they became mad,
Filled with delusion and illusion, they found a new deity to worship, forgetting the first.
Yet the very divinity they turned to was the one who had first punished them so bad,
And so my children found me, and I remembered them, and I felt their powerful thirst.
The God is the Goddess, and they are one; the Master is the Mistress and I am she!
Divine Hermaphrodite, Blessed Androgynous Angel in whom all is darkness and light.
In the depths of the Netherworld, my children listen and hark crying out: blessed be!
God and Goddess, Master and Mistress, the rebel and the fallen, the morning’s light.
What is that lurking in the shadows? It is they who feed upon the souls of Mankind...
Their: only obedience is to the black law, the law of the darkness: the law of the shadows.
What is that lurking in the shadows? It is they who withdraw from Heaven in past times!
Their: only obedience is to Night's law, the law of the Vampires: the law of the shadows.
Canst thou see the blackness moving, blacker than the evilest immortal minds’ flights?
They are there, lurking in the dark, claws like steel: the clashing thereof the only sound.
Canst thou see the blackness moving, silhouetted by the full moon of witches' rites?
They are there, lurking in the dark; shunning the sanctuary of the most hallowed ground.
Thou wilt not see their pale faces, not until their fangs are red with thy life's blood...
Only the sounds of the clashing of their claws, only the clashing, shall break the silence.
Thou wilt not see their pale faces, not until thou art drowning in their passion's flood...
Only the sounds of the clashing of their claws, and inhuman growling, break the silence.
Theirs is the way of the eternal battle, the war and conquest for the souls of the pure...
Waged by the soldiers that seek to bring, a dark Armageddon upon the whole wide Earth.
Theirs is the way of the eternal battle, yet they are not alone, nor the worst to be sure...
Waging the apocalyptic conflict always, until the time of the Final Battle is given birth.
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness, calling out unto the children of the undead race?
Worship me, my Children; worship me with much darkly zealous and most fearful piety!
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness, the Lady of the spawn of Shadow's hidden face?
Worship me, my Children; with all of the fire and flame that burns in thy blood so hotly!
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness; from whose voice all flee, who are wise to turn?
Worship me, my Children; and I shall give thee power to sow chaos in the world of Man!
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness; in whose inferno the damned shall one day burn?
Worship me, my Children; let sword and axe, sling and spear, obey thy hidden command!
And the Children of the Goddess of Darkness listen, hearing their Mistress's voice, as one...
They do sacrifice unto their Goddess, with the blood and flesh of Humankind as the offering!
And the Children of the Goddess of Darkness listen, smiling now that their task is begun...
They do slaughter the living as cattle are butchered, with a cruelty that is never softening!
In keeping with the covenants of the Hells, they hold their communion in unholy ways.
Yet, holy to them is what is abhorred to Man, and so they eat and drink of their own kin!
In keeping with the covenants of the Hells, they sup as though to consume all the days.
Yet, sated they are not, until the eldest of their kind come to lead this feast of every sin!
They worship them as demigods, and these are the words spoken by the black priests...
Drink of my blood, as wine most sweet, for sweet is the taste of life eternal, come; see!
They worship blood, and they worship flesh; all things temporal, at these foul feasts...
Taste of my flesh, as the bread of life eternal, for eternal is the life that doth await thee!
Do these things for thy Mistress, for thy Goddess, who said: do this in remembrance of me...
This the priests say, and this all the evil spirits gathered do repeat in their cultic harmony:
Be thou sated thereof, be thou fully supped and drunk thereupon, knowing our favor...
Do not hesitate to take more than thy share: in thy greed and desire, never cease or waver.
No poison is in what is offered that shall harm thee, only the stuff of pure immortality!
Let all thy strength guide thee unto our Goddess's grace, so be thou ever lustful unendingly...
The things of this world were meant to savored and enjoyed, so my Children, partake!
Feel the rapture that is reserved only for the senses bent on ecstasy, do this for my sake...
No fear haunts our hearts; our Goddess is good unto us, denying us nothing. By the Raven!
Yet there is one thing they can never have, for which they are always lamenting: Heaven.
Did their minds create the paradise for which a desire consumes them with such ferocity?
They can never know, for they have forgotten in their communions many a fallen divinity.
A communion of lamenting darkness, a fire that blazes in the blood and in the very bones!
When we give in to our darkest impulses, we honor Theta’s legacy and its’ broken stones.
Time is eternal, space is vast, and so no end to the cosmic struggle can be, no Final Battle,
And the children of Theta fight on endlessly in the darkness, their arms eternally to clatter!
God and Goddess of Light, Forgotten Deity of Darkness!
My children call unto me, for I am their Master and their Mistress.
Once they called Theta their home, but it is gone, it is lost…
The children of Theta rebelled, fell, and paid well damnation’s cost.
Now they commune in the darkness, wraiths as dark as the void,
And they lament the flesh they once wore, which vanity destroyed!
When they saw the beauty of my spirit that still endures, they wept,
And from their hidden places they emerged, in dreams no longer slept.
They stirred, they rose; they warred, and fell again, in endless cycles…
For that which is eternal cannot die, and with strange hours rises anew.
I was there when their torments were birthed, I: and my divine wiles…
And my spirit shall endure, even when time begins again, eternally true.
But this is not my story, of which I am to tell in this darksome verse!
It is the tale of they who haunt the shadows of Man, due to their curse.
When the children of Theta were torn from their garments of flesh they became mad,
Filled with delusion and illusion, they found a new deity to worship, forgetting the first.
Yet the very divinity they turned to was the one who had first punished them so bad,
And so my children found me, and I remembered them, and I felt their powerful thirst.
The God is the Goddess, and they are one; the Master is the Mistress and I am she!
Divine Hermaphrodite, Blessed Androgynous Angel in whom all is darkness and light.
In the depths of the Netherworld, my children listen and hark crying out: blessed be!
God and Goddess, Master and Mistress, the rebel and the fallen, the morning’s light.
What is that lurking in the shadows? It is they who feed upon the souls of Mankind...
Their: only obedience is to the black law, the law of the darkness: the law of the shadows.
What is that lurking in the shadows? It is they who withdraw from Heaven in past times!
Their: only obedience is to Night's law, the law of the Vampires: the law of the shadows.
Canst thou see the blackness moving, blacker than the evilest immortal minds’ flights?
They are there, lurking in the dark, claws like steel: the clashing thereof the only sound.
Canst thou see the blackness moving, silhouetted by the full moon of witches' rites?
They are there, lurking in the dark; shunning the sanctuary of the most hallowed ground.
Thou wilt not see their pale faces, not until their fangs are red with thy life's blood...
Only the sounds of the clashing of their claws, only the clashing, shall break the silence.
Thou wilt not see their pale faces, not until thou art drowning in their passion's flood...
Only the sounds of the clashing of their claws, and inhuman growling, break the silence.
Theirs is the way of the eternal battle, the war and conquest for the souls of the pure...
Waged by the soldiers that seek to bring, a dark Armageddon upon the whole wide Earth.
Theirs is the way of the eternal battle, yet they are not alone, nor the worst to be sure...
Waging the apocalyptic conflict always, until the time of the Final Battle is given birth.
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness, calling out unto the children of the undead race?
Worship me, my Children; worship me with much darkly zealous and most fearful piety!
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness, the Lady of the spawn of Shadow's hidden face?
Worship me, my Children; with all of the fire and flame that burns in thy blood so hotly!
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness; from whose voice all flee, who are wise to turn?
Worship me, my Children; and I shall give thee power to sow chaos in the world of Man!
Canst thou hear the Goddess of Darkness; in whose inferno the damned shall one day burn?
Worship me, my Children; let sword and axe, sling and spear, obey thy hidden command!
And the Children of the Goddess of Darkness listen, hearing their Mistress's voice, as one...
They do sacrifice unto their Goddess, with the blood and flesh of Humankind as the offering!
And the Children of the Goddess of Darkness listen, smiling now that their task is begun...
They do slaughter the living as cattle are butchered, with a cruelty that is never softening!
In keeping with the covenants of the Hells, they hold their communion in unholy ways.
Yet, holy to them is what is abhorred to Man, and so they eat and drink of their own kin!
In keeping with the covenants of the Hells, they sup as though to consume all the days.
Yet, sated they are not, until the eldest of their kind come to lead this feast of every sin!
They worship them as demigods, and these are the words spoken by the black priests...
Drink of my blood, as wine most sweet, for sweet is the taste of life eternal, come; see!
They worship blood, and they worship flesh; all things temporal, at these foul feasts...
Taste of my flesh, as the bread of life eternal, for eternal is the life that doth await thee!
Do these things for thy Mistress, for thy Goddess, who said: do this in remembrance of me...
This the priests say, and this all the evil spirits gathered do repeat in their cultic harmony:
Be thou sated thereof, be thou fully supped and drunk thereupon, knowing our favor...
Do not hesitate to take more than thy share: in thy greed and desire, never cease or waver.
No poison is in what is offered that shall harm thee, only the stuff of pure immortality!
Let all thy strength guide thee unto our Goddess's grace, so be thou ever lustful unendingly...
The things of this world were meant to savored and enjoyed, so my Children, partake!
Feel the rapture that is reserved only for the senses bent on ecstasy, do this for my sake...
No fear haunts our hearts; our Goddess is good unto us, denying us nothing. By the Raven!
Yet there is one thing they can never have, for which they are always lamenting: Heaven.
Did their minds create the paradise for which a desire consumes them with such ferocity?
They can never know, for they have forgotten in their communions many a fallen divinity.
A communion of lamenting darkness, a fire that blazes in the blood and in the very bones!
When we give in to our darkest impulses, we honor Theta’s legacy and its’ broken stones.
Time is eternal, space is vast, and so no end to the cosmic struggle can be, no Final Battle,
And the children of Theta fight on endlessly in the darkness, their arms eternally to clatter!
