Vampire

Forsaken
My soul darkened.
By all a cruel god has taken from me.
What shall I take from thee in return.
For a life of suffering and indifference.
I proclaim I shall never give the life, the blood, to a greedy god.
I will consume it all.
In that I shall live forever as a god.
Denied the fruit of the tree of life for knowledge.
I shall seek it out in the blood of man.
The more I kill, the more I tell.
That I shall never obey.
The life of the flesh in the blood.
And I shall live forever without the tree of life to sustain me.
Until such a time as God takes pity on his pathetic creation.
I shall kill as many as possible.
Possibly I will kill them all.
My eyes burn red as the blood sustains me.
Polluted by immorality.
I make myself an idol to be worshipped in spite of him.
For the life is in the blood.
Whosoever sheds the blood of man, by man shall his blood be shed.
I challenge a cruel god to keep the promise.
And while I wait, I shed as much blood as possible.
Forbidden the pleasures I feel and so I relish each of them.
To deny heaven the satisfaction.
The mourning sun rises and I shall rest.
So that I may strike fear with each night.
They renounce their god so readily.
As my teeth sink into them.

Regret

Through the field I crept,
soft grasses around my small hips, horse flies a spin away, bony in the last hours of night.
Unsure and frightened and sore, I had
a need, a thirst, a hunger over my head,  like thunder.
Heavy and drumming, a stranger to myself. A danger to myself. A warmth had left me.
I could see it's veins, the flush babe, grazing in the pasture.
I slowed my steps, steadied, became a silent poacher, lifted the loose sections of my dress.
Pounced. It's eyes bulged, became bloodshot, the knives of my mouth entered it's vessel, it writhed, it moaned.
It's heart was pounding, astounding, resounding, a million a minute.
The light, the light was not playing to my favour.
I should not have savoured the chase.
Fool. The burning began, across my ebony shoulders,
up my neck, down my spine, charring, making ash of my spirit.
I panicked, searched the interconnecting green boxes for a place to hide; spotted the trough and ran.
Somehow, lifted the ton-bastard above my head and tipped it 180.
My skin flaked away as the metal slammed down from above
and French-kissed my dust of a back.
The brain lurched, forwards and laid down there in the bog of stale water
and mulched grass.
The day passed like a hurricane, thick and fearful
and I closed my eyes, passed myself back to you.
You, the 5"9, dark-haired, enthusiastic, clever, sly, witty, pale, blue-eyed Satan.
I slept, if only I could, for the night and dreamt that you were there, all hands, eyes, teeth at my Basilic vein. You were hot, with a rage I had not known, you were tired, you were ashamed
and now you were nowhere
and the sunlight was creeping
and I couldn't suffer it alone
and my body broke
and no one knew
and I thought of you.

I thought he was a specter at first.
I saw him while walking home from work,
A cellphone in one hand, and sandwich in the other.
He dressed rather old fashionly,
Like a doll that you see in those vintage stores.
I couldn't stop staring,
And feeling my eyes,
He turned.
My sandwich and texting my husband was forgotten,
A scream in my throat that never unleashed.
I hoped he was a ghost.
Tearing throats have the oddest sound...
Maybe it was simply the sound my life escaping through my ears,
A gloved hand covered my nose and mouth.
Like the spector I became,
I vanished with him.
A pile of ashes inside a plastic bag.
I don't know why he kept me by his side for years,
My soul restless and weary of earthly worries.
He had this lazy grin,
His lips drooped slightly.
Exposing blood stained fangs.
He wore that very grin,
As he looked at my ashes and told me,
"You're the best I ever had."

              Porcelain

You were always here.
The red eyes of my heart.
The grey human stare from your soul.
Your snow pale skin that everyone loved to mock.
Why I choose to do what I did that night, I still don't know.
Whatever the cause may be I know my future has been erased from the stars.
And I know you were my guide.
When I grasped your  hand.
I knew your soul was cold as clay.
And I knew that when we finished this play it would be apparent that signed up for war.
For your intentions were transparent.
Yet how was I, like a dear struck by a prince.
Couldn't see your clear snare.
And how you sipped the luck from my goodbye.
And as you held my hand.
For now my soul is cold as clay.
I now know that the real vampires are the ones that hurt you the most.
Two marks, new stain, but clear porcelain skin.
You drank the blood from my soul.
But you left me hungry...
For a new soul to have.    
And so you left, with a porcelain soul.
For you could never see, that you exactly like me.

Predator

He sleeps all day
To be a predator at night,
The darkness is his ally
Weakened by the light.

He stalks, selecting wisely
Seeking out his prey,
It’s erotic, his craving
He always has his way.

Once you are selected
You’re compelled by his eyes,
Charged by his sexual energy
And fooled by his lies.

It’s only then he’ll take you,
A feeling of pure bliss,
Mind poisoned with pleasure
Lost deep within his kiss.

Seductively now fangs set,
He takes his first hungry bite,
Draining every drop of blood
His first victim of the night.

Sorry for the delay in choosing a winner. . .got broadsided with. . .stuff.  So on to the winner:

Congrats, CROWFLY, your "Dracula:  the Opera" was not quite what I expected, yet I was impressed.  Well done!

and Congrats to, HadesRising for "---Ravenna---" which reminded me of a good vampire bedtime story.

And last, but never least, as I am grateful to the following Poets/Poetresses who entered but did not win:

Peter Pan
John Feddeler
Kou Indigo
Fillenatrix
Holly Dove
Primogenito
Harliequin
NBathory
Imperfected Stone
DarkDreams
Cvaboda
ilovescarystories
SummerSnowAngel

Thank You!