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Vampires past
Gather, my kin, and hear my call
For I have tales to spin, both dark and tall
Of times when our kind roamed the earth
In days of thorn, when death held greater worth
The era, it was Victorian, dark and drear
Our shadows cast a pall, and fed on pale fear
We prowled the streets, with eyes like coals
In search of prey to sate our hungry souls
Amidst the bustle of mortal life, we hid
For those who saw us knew not what we did
They whispered of us, in hushed tones and dread
For they knew all too well, what happened to the dead
Our kind, we ruled the city's underbelly
Our bloodlusts sated, our thirsts quenched thoroughly
We hunted those lost souls, those who strayed
Led them into darkness, where eternal life was made
But though we danced in shadows, we were not free
For many coveted our immortality
The hunters, with their blades and holy rage
They sought to rid the world of our unholy page
We fought them, with teeth bared and eyes ablaze
We made them regret the day they chose our craze
But though we won more often than we lost
Their hatred was a wound that could never be crossed
So we continued, with our nightly hunts
Our thirst for life a thing that never shunts
The years passed, yet we remained the same
The forever damned, with none to take the blame
And now, as I sit in this timeless still
I watch the world go by, ephemeral thrill
For though the centuries may come and go
My kindred remains, the dark eternal glow.
For I have tales to spin, both dark and tall
Of times when our kind roamed the earth
In days of thorn, when death held greater worth
The era, it was Victorian, dark and drear
Our shadows cast a pall, and fed on pale fear
We prowled the streets, with eyes like coals
In search of prey to sate our hungry souls
Amidst the bustle of mortal life, we hid
For those who saw us knew not what we did
They whispered of us, in hushed tones and dread
For they knew all too well, what happened to the dead
Our kind, we ruled the city's underbelly
Our bloodlusts sated, our thirsts quenched thoroughly
We hunted those lost souls, those who strayed
Led them into darkness, where eternal life was made
But though we danced in shadows, we were not free
For many coveted our immortality
The hunters, with their blades and holy rage
They sought to rid the world of our unholy page
We fought them, with teeth bared and eyes ablaze
We made them regret the day they chose our craze
But though we won more often than we lost
Their hatred was a wound that could never be crossed
So we continued, with our nightly hunts
Our thirst for life a thing that never shunts
The years passed, yet we remained the same
The forever damned, with none to take the blame
And now, as I sit in this timeless still
I watch the world go by, ephemeral thrill
For though the centuries may come and go
My kindred remains, the dark eternal glow.
Published 16th Mar 2023
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17th Mar 2023 00:02am
I've been reading your work and though I'm not drawn to the dark very often, your pen calls for attention. Glad to have found you among the pages here. Your poetry is very smooth and captivating. I look forward to more.
🦋
JeJe
🦋
JeJe
17th Mar 2023 00:19am
My dear JeJe,
It warms my ancient heart to hear such kind words from one such as yourself. Though I may be a creature of the night, shrouded in mystery and lurking in the shadows, I find solace in the beauty of language and the power of expression.
Your words, whispered on the wings of a butterfly, bring a softness to my world of darkness. And yet, they are not devoid of substance or weight. Your insight and discernment speak to a deep appreciation for the craft of writing. It is no small thing to capture the attention of a reader, and I am grateful that you have found something of value in my work.
As for the darkness, it is true that it calls to me, as it always has. But I have learned that there is light to be found even in the deepest shadows. And it is in exploring the depths of humanity, both light and dark, that we can truly discover the essence of what it means to be alive.
I too look forward to our continued correspondence, and to the words that will flow from your pen as well as mine. We are creatures of the night, you and I, drawn to the beauty and power of language. Let us explore all that it has to offer, together.
Yours truly,
Mr Black
It warms my ancient heart to hear such kind words from one such as yourself. Though I may be a creature of the night, shrouded in mystery and lurking in the shadows, I find solace in the beauty of language and the power of expression.
Your words, whispered on the wings of a butterfly, bring a softness to my world of darkness. And yet, they are not devoid of substance or weight. Your insight and discernment speak to a deep appreciation for the craft of writing. It is no small thing to capture the attention of a reader, and I am grateful that you have found something of value in my work.
As for the darkness, it is true that it calls to me, as it always has. But I have learned that there is light to be found even in the deepest shadows. And it is in exploring the depths of humanity, both light and dark, that we can truly discover the essence of what it means to be alive.
I too look forward to our continued correspondence, and to the words that will flow from your pen as well as mine. We are creatures of the night, you and I, drawn to the beauty and power of language. Let us explore all that it has to offer, together.
Yours truly,
Mr Black
17th Mar 2023 00:06am
🦇 you are a magnificent poet. I feel the thrill of a kid being read a bedtime story, when I read your poem.
I've always loved me a good vampire, lol
I've always loved me a good vampire, lol
17th Mar 2023 00:24am
My dear friend,
How delightful to hear from one who shares my appreciation for the timeless allure of the vampire. It is a kindred spirit who can find beauty in the darkness, who can see beyond the veil of mortality and embrace the mysteries that lie beyond.
I am pleased that you have found joy in my poetry, and that it brings back memories of the simple pleasures of childhood. A good poem, like a well-told tale, can transport us to other worlds, and awaken our senses to the wonders that surround us.
And yet, there is something more to be found in the darkness, a sense of mystery and otherness that calls to us from the shadows. It is the very essence of what it means to be a vampire, to stand apart from the world of mortals and embrace the never-ending night.
But do not be deceived, my friend, for there is both light and dark in all things. The beauty of poetry lies in its ability to capture both the lightness of day and the shadows of the night, to embrace the beauty and horror of existence without flinching.
I am grateful for your kind words, and for the kinship that we share as lovers of the vampire. Let us continue to explore the mysteries of life and death, ever mindful of the light and the dark that lies within us all.
Yours truly,
Mr Black
How delightful to hear from one who shares my appreciation for the timeless allure of the vampire. It is a kindred spirit who can find beauty in the darkness, who can see beyond the veil of mortality and embrace the mysteries that lie beyond.
I am pleased that you have found joy in my poetry, and that it brings back memories of the simple pleasures of childhood. A good poem, like a well-told tale, can transport us to other worlds, and awaken our senses to the wonders that surround us.
And yet, there is something more to be found in the darkness, a sense of mystery and otherness that calls to us from the shadows. It is the very essence of what it means to be a vampire, to stand apart from the world of mortals and embrace the never-ending night.
But do not be deceived, my friend, for there is both light and dark in all things. The beauty of poetry lies in its ability to capture both the lightness of day and the shadows of the night, to embrace the beauty and horror of existence without flinching.
I am grateful for your kind words, and for the kinship that we share as lovers of the vampire. Let us continue to explore the mysteries of life and death, ever mindful of the light and the dark that lies within us all.
Yours truly,
Mr Black
17th Mar 2023 1:25am
Hey
Mr. Black
I can imagine myself in this stanza
"We fought them, with teeth bared and eyes ablaze
We made them regret the day they chose our craze
But though we won more often than we lost
Their hatred was a wound that could never be crossed"
As it is evening and there is a war in a big field, where I am scratching someone with my bloody teeth. you formated very terrible and spooky series. thank you for sharing your thoughts with us about the dark world. Very well played.💛
17th Mar 2023 11:39am
You got my attention with the 1st stanza. Pulled me in with your 2nd stanza. Romanced me through with the rest with your words, making this a dark desirable and fashionable fate.
LJ
LJ
