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Creatures of the Night
- Creatures of the Night -
Being an Allegory about Two Aspects of Love
Prelude – Ritual of Calling
Oh muses: gift me with your honey and let it be song!
For I seek to put into words such a sensual splendor.
So oft, do we put much stock in what is right, wrong,
And those are but words without meaningful thunder.
Inside every soul is wildness, and my own I realize…
For there is power in such domains of understanding!
So come away with me to a moment of no great size,
But which occupies my thought so very commanding.
As the ages come full circle, I stand upon the brink…
The ancient gods have faded, leaving me here behind.
Trapped within a prison of flesh, divine in how I think,
I see what others cannot, awake and no longer blind!
They know not my mother’s tears, for she is on high,
Her children are scattered, and they cannot get back.
The home planet is in ruins, and God must surely sigh,
For I who was the first, now weep in shadows black.
I bear the lies of history, and the tales that men invent,
Because even God cannot free all men from illusion…
And we, who are the fallen, are not all of us hell bent.
Some have called me alien, or demonic, in confusion!
I know from whence I came, and wither I am bound.
Heaven and Hell are not so different as some believe,
For there are truths in light and darkness: to be found.
For too long have I waited and for too much I grieve,
And so on one night I sought the solace of the angels.
Not the ones in white, who sing hymns of salvation…
But those who, like myself, endured the darkest hells,
Because Heaven never showed us, true compassion!
Night’s solace lay upon the land, and kept its’ vigil…
Whilst I pored over ancient texts about the old ways,
And with the relics in hand, I performed arcane ritual.
I would have my answer, before the sun’s first rays…
Neither lordly sun nor maiden moon would so hinder,
My will, which was ancient before the earth and sky!
My mother was the holy queen, who oft did wander,
In the highest of Heavens, divine edict to there defy…
And so by her spirit, and my will: the calling is made!
I will not wait long surrounded by shadows, in shade.
Part I – Carnal Love
I try oft to forget that night, but it haunts my memory,
Urging me back down paths of such wicked impiety!
Her face in the darkness, devoid of light, yet glowing,
Her form graced with black wings, her gown flowing.
In answer to an ancient summons and an unholy pact,
She cometh in great glory and so makes ready to act.
It is no dream and is it madness that I do not scream?
White as cream, is her skin that shines with a gleam…
Brought by the white globe she holds, in her left hand.
The time is nigh; even the hourglass, has run its’ sand!
Loneliness can drive one, to such depths of perdition,
That one is damned from the onset of sin’s seduction.
She brushes gentle fingers across my face; I do smile,
For I have longed for this moment, for a long while…
My hands do encircle her waist, her gown soft to feel.
I find myself tearing at that fine garment, in lust unreal!
She throws back her head, her black tresses waving…
I feel her fingernails across my back, playful behaving.
Am I ravishing her or am I the one being partaken of…
By a fallen angel, come from Hell for the sake of love?
My lips upon her flesh cause us both to shudder mad,
They do find her mouth and bliss; for this we are glad.
She lies back and I am upon her; soon, we are one…
Creatures of the night are we, having our wicked fun!
Moving with the flow of the evening tides we do drift,
Far beyond the sands of time: through which none sift.
One part of us in this world, and part well in the next,
Love transports us to places not writ of in mortal text.
Her nails draw my blood and I cry out in tears of joy,
As I surrender to every art of pleasure at her employ!
I was a candle and she lit me afire with a fearful ease,
But can my flame burn imperishable and yet not scar?
I am aglow, pinioned by passion that will ever tease…
And I cannot be cooled, for the blaze reaches so far!
Holy is the temple wherein we worship in true rapture.
The heart governs its’ scriptures, and pens new ones,
Reaching out always, for grand inspiration to capture!
It leaves us hot and thirsting, beyond any distant suns.
Part II – Vampire and Child
Her teeth become fangs, and she drank of red nectar,
Which I gave up unto her, that ever-comely specter…
In a haze beyond the climax of love, I recall very little.
And what I remember, at my very soul it doth whittle!
For she bit of her tongue, and I drank deep that wine,
Which flowed from her crimson lips, its’ taste sublime.
Eyes were watching me, from the darkness somehow,
From out of the past, even though I lived for the now!
Bright eyes that begged me to remember the forsaken,
Even as my old senses caused my mind to reawaken.
I felt the moist tongue of the dark lady upon my body,
Distracting me, from seeing who watched so intensely.
Do not look around and do not turn to see who waits,
I told myself, for I had thought it evil sent by the fates!
The dark lady laughed, as other hands bore me away,
To kneel: before a girl-child with hair bright as midday.
Eyes silver as stars, and in that gaze something serene,
And a true maturity: such as only prudes call obscene.
Red silks she wore, in youthful fashion frilly and fair…
As black ribbons decorated the child’s curly gold hair.
So angelic was the girl’s face that I thought it inhuman,
More perfect, than a white rose blooming in a garden!
Spellbound by this vision of beauty, I could not speak,
I was drunk on lust fulfilled, and my spirit was weak…
But that face brought such power to flesh and to bone!
Her voice was like no other, almost singing in its’ tone.
”I will now show you love beyond that which you felt…”
Said she to me, her beauty making all my heart to melt.
The pink blush of mischief was in her cheeks as rouge,
And then she laughed, though not in any way to amuse.
Then, said she: “Longing called us, and love compels…
All things above, all things below, and all else between!
For have you not heard that God is love that oft swells?
Only mankind denies itself all that can, of love, be seen.
It needs not be so, for Heaven can exist in sensuality…
As surely as beyond sky, and stars, and in warm arms!
This shall be a lesson in a far more earthly spirituality…
And you shall know the peace, of pure love’s charms.”
Interlude – Innocent Love
She took me to a meadow, in the midst of the evening,
And there I saw a white owl regarding me, so curious!
The girl bid me sit and relax under the stars gleaming…
And so, on grassy soil I sat, the girl singing so glorious.
When she had serenaded me, until her heart was glad,
She sat down at my side, putting her arms around me.
Then, said she: “I came this eve to catch a red dragon,
And then to take that one out amongst fields and flowers…
To remind that one that the wine of love is ever a full flagon!
Do not depart, but rather stay here, to pass these hours.
Great Dragon, you have one sort of wine tasted with vigor,
But before the woodland streams have long babbled…
You will know the sweetness, of that wine I can offer.”
Her words rung, with a power in which gods dabbled!
I let go of everything that made me sorrowful, or mad,
And I felt only peace in the love that was her company.
The child kissed me nicely on the cheek, and sang soft,
As I gazed at her, in the moonlight, letting go of my life.
I felt as if my spirit would rise, to some far celestial loft,
Whilst I realized how it feels to be free of earthly strife.
I had tasted carnal love, but never love as blissful pure,
As that which I knew, in that moment: in that meadow.
I begged the divine girl to take me to her distant shore,
But it was not yet my time to cross into Elysium’s glow.
I would not have regretted, such a passage at that hour,
In the company of such an angel, it would not be harsh.
But the gods know best, and the fruits of our lives are sour,
When we think too deeply upon the water when we wash.
And so, I asked nothing more of the girl, contentedly…
As we walked together, in the forest: her light my guide.
It seemed a different world that we entered, blissfully…
Far, from the bustle of the modern era in which I abide.
Gone was every physical pain, and every ghost of past,
It was like being in love every second, and naught less!
Our thoughts were one, though the magic did not last…
I still miss the time I spent with that girl in the red dress.
Two kinds of love, I was shown by the angels that eve!
I wish I could go back to that night, and not ever leave.
Part III – Fallen Wisdom
Creatures of the night care not, for social norms as do,
Those bound by mores and morals such as me, or you.
When the moon it at its’ fullest, and crows take flight…
Evil shall come when it wishes, to grant twisted delight!
My mind would break were it to consider what it saw,
Every time Hell opened, for me: its’ great scarlet maw.
Not a soul is beyond temptation; we all have our price,
There is wickedness, in every heart; we all have a vice.
I was judged and found wanting, and wanton so badly,
That I did dance in darkness, with fallen angels, madly!
As depraved as they, and with my shameless abandon,
I let myself become lost, like a ghost in a vast mansion.
But I cannot regret, and perhaps for that I am damned,
For it means I became what it was I once condemned!
A creature of the night, walking in the shadows of light,
Lost far beyond sight, in a crusade like a valiant knight.
My chivalry twisted by madness, to unholy dedication!
It was desire that called Hell, not prayer or meditation.
We are not evil to desire, nor are we wicked to love…
When Heaven does not answer, and all is silent above,
There are always eyes that watch us from the shadows.
Like children, they dance and play on misty meadows!
Devils to some, angels to others: is what they truly are,
And they have such sights to show us from so very far.
Can I know that it was not divine will, that summoning?
Perhaps we are all pawns in the game of a higher being.
If so, then evil too must have a reason for its’ existence,
More necessary, to Heaven: than one soul’s resistance.
I no longer look away when I feel the eyes of the dark,
Instead I turn around and listen, and to wisdom I hark!
Too long can one bury their desires, dreams and hope!
Until the force of our will alone summons a mighty spell.
Many today, bind themselves with a very modern rope,
Only to weep, as truer salvation is cast into a dark well.
I cannot bury the flame that dies not, and let it freeze…
Far simpler would it be to tear my heart from my chest!
If even a fallen angel, knows love’s twin nature to seize,
The soul of glory; then why does mankind settle for less?
Being an Allegory about Two Aspects of Love
Prelude – Ritual of Calling
Oh muses: gift me with your honey and let it be song!
For I seek to put into words such a sensual splendor.
So oft, do we put much stock in what is right, wrong,
And those are but words without meaningful thunder.
Inside every soul is wildness, and my own I realize…
For there is power in such domains of understanding!
So come away with me to a moment of no great size,
But which occupies my thought so very commanding.
As the ages come full circle, I stand upon the brink…
The ancient gods have faded, leaving me here behind.
Trapped within a prison of flesh, divine in how I think,
I see what others cannot, awake and no longer blind!
They know not my mother’s tears, for she is on high,
Her children are scattered, and they cannot get back.
The home planet is in ruins, and God must surely sigh,
For I who was the first, now weep in shadows black.
I bear the lies of history, and the tales that men invent,
Because even God cannot free all men from illusion…
And we, who are the fallen, are not all of us hell bent.
Some have called me alien, or demonic, in confusion!
I know from whence I came, and wither I am bound.
Heaven and Hell are not so different as some believe,
For there are truths in light and darkness: to be found.
For too long have I waited and for too much I grieve,
And so on one night I sought the solace of the angels.
Not the ones in white, who sing hymns of salvation…
But those who, like myself, endured the darkest hells,
Because Heaven never showed us, true compassion!
Night’s solace lay upon the land, and kept its’ vigil…
Whilst I pored over ancient texts about the old ways,
And with the relics in hand, I performed arcane ritual.
I would have my answer, before the sun’s first rays…
Neither lordly sun nor maiden moon would so hinder,
My will, which was ancient before the earth and sky!
My mother was the holy queen, who oft did wander,
In the highest of Heavens, divine edict to there defy…
And so by her spirit, and my will: the calling is made!
I will not wait long surrounded by shadows, in shade.
Part I – Carnal Love
I try oft to forget that night, but it haunts my memory,
Urging me back down paths of such wicked impiety!
Her face in the darkness, devoid of light, yet glowing,
Her form graced with black wings, her gown flowing.
In answer to an ancient summons and an unholy pact,
She cometh in great glory and so makes ready to act.
It is no dream and is it madness that I do not scream?
White as cream, is her skin that shines with a gleam…
Brought by the white globe she holds, in her left hand.
The time is nigh; even the hourglass, has run its’ sand!
Loneliness can drive one, to such depths of perdition,
That one is damned from the onset of sin’s seduction.
She brushes gentle fingers across my face; I do smile,
For I have longed for this moment, for a long while…
My hands do encircle her waist, her gown soft to feel.
I find myself tearing at that fine garment, in lust unreal!
She throws back her head, her black tresses waving…
I feel her fingernails across my back, playful behaving.
Am I ravishing her or am I the one being partaken of…
By a fallen angel, come from Hell for the sake of love?
My lips upon her flesh cause us both to shudder mad,
They do find her mouth and bliss; for this we are glad.
She lies back and I am upon her; soon, we are one…
Creatures of the night are we, having our wicked fun!
Moving with the flow of the evening tides we do drift,
Far beyond the sands of time: through which none sift.
One part of us in this world, and part well in the next,
Love transports us to places not writ of in mortal text.
Her nails draw my blood and I cry out in tears of joy,
As I surrender to every art of pleasure at her employ!
I was a candle and she lit me afire with a fearful ease,
But can my flame burn imperishable and yet not scar?
I am aglow, pinioned by passion that will ever tease…
And I cannot be cooled, for the blaze reaches so far!
Holy is the temple wherein we worship in true rapture.
The heart governs its’ scriptures, and pens new ones,
Reaching out always, for grand inspiration to capture!
It leaves us hot and thirsting, beyond any distant suns.
Part II – Vampire and Child
Her teeth become fangs, and she drank of red nectar,
Which I gave up unto her, that ever-comely specter…
In a haze beyond the climax of love, I recall very little.
And what I remember, at my very soul it doth whittle!
For she bit of her tongue, and I drank deep that wine,
Which flowed from her crimson lips, its’ taste sublime.
Eyes were watching me, from the darkness somehow,
From out of the past, even though I lived for the now!
Bright eyes that begged me to remember the forsaken,
Even as my old senses caused my mind to reawaken.
I felt the moist tongue of the dark lady upon my body,
Distracting me, from seeing who watched so intensely.
Do not look around and do not turn to see who waits,
I told myself, for I had thought it evil sent by the fates!
The dark lady laughed, as other hands bore me away,
To kneel: before a girl-child with hair bright as midday.
Eyes silver as stars, and in that gaze something serene,
And a true maturity: such as only prudes call obscene.
Red silks she wore, in youthful fashion frilly and fair…
As black ribbons decorated the child’s curly gold hair.
So angelic was the girl’s face that I thought it inhuman,
More perfect, than a white rose blooming in a garden!
Spellbound by this vision of beauty, I could not speak,
I was drunk on lust fulfilled, and my spirit was weak…
But that face brought such power to flesh and to bone!
Her voice was like no other, almost singing in its’ tone.
”I will now show you love beyond that which you felt…”
Said she to me, her beauty making all my heart to melt.
The pink blush of mischief was in her cheeks as rouge,
And then she laughed, though not in any way to amuse.
Then, said she: “Longing called us, and love compels…
All things above, all things below, and all else between!
For have you not heard that God is love that oft swells?
Only mankind denies itself all that can, of love, be seen.
It needs not be so, for Heaven can exist in sensuality…
As surely as beyond sky, and stars, and in warm arms!
This shall be a lesson in a far more earthly spirituality…
And you shall know the peace, of pure love’s charms.”
Interlude – Innocent Love
She took me to a meadow, in the midst of the evening,
And there I saw a white owl regarding me, so curious!
The girl bid me sit and relax under the stars gleaming…
And so, on grassy soil I sat, the girl singing so glorious.
When she had serenaded me, until her heart was glad,
She sat down at my side, putting her arms around me.
Then, said she: “I came this eve to catch a red dragon,
And then to take that one out amongst fields and flowers…
To remind that one that the wine of love is ever a full flagon!
Do not depart, but rather stay here, to pass these hours.
Great Dragon, you have one sort of wine tasted with vigor,
But before the woodland streams have long babbled…
You will know the sweetness, of that wine I can offer.”
Her words rung, with a power in which gods dabbled!
I let go of everything that made me sorrowful, or mad,
And I felt only peace in the love that was her company.
The child kissed me nicely on the cheek, and sang soft,
As I gazed at her, in the moonlight, letting go of my life.
I felt as if my spirit would rise, to some far celestial loft,
Whilst I realized how it feels to be free of earthly strife.
I had tasted carnal love, but never love as blissful pure,
As that which I knew, in that moment: in that meadow.
I begged the divine girl to take me to her distant shore,
But it was not yet my time to cross into Elysium’s glow.
I would not have regretted, such a passage at that hour,
In the company of such an angel, it would not be harsh.
But the gods know best, and the fruits of our lives are sour,
When we think too deeply upon the water when we wash.
And so, I asked nothing more of the girl, contentedly…
As we walked together, in the forest: her light my guide.
It seemed a different world that we entered, blissfully…
Far, from the bustle of the modern era in which I abide.
Gone was every physical pain, and every ghost of past,
It was like being in love every second, and naught less!
Our thoughts were one, though the magic did not last…
I still miss the time I spent with that girl in the red dress.
Two kinds of love, I was shown by the angels that eve!
I wish I could go back to that night, and not ever leave.
Part III – Fallen Wisdom
Creatures of the night care not, for social norms as do,
Those bound by mores and morals such as me, or you.
When the moon it at its’ fullest, and crows take flight…
Evil shall come when it wishes, to grant twisted delight!
My mind would break were it to consider what it saw,
Every time Hell opened, for me: its’ great scarlet maw.
Not a soul is beyond temptation; we all have our price,
There is wickedness, in every heart; we all have a vice.
I was judged and found wanting, and wanton so badly,
That I did dance in darkness, with fallen angels, madly!
As depraved as they, and with my shameless abandon,
I let myself become lost, like a ghost in a vast mansion.
But I cannot regret, and perhaps for that I am damned,
For it means I became what it was I once condemned!
A creature of the night, walking in the shadows of light,
Lost far beyond sight, in a crusade like a valiant knight.
My chivalry twisted by madness, to unholy dedication!
It was desire that called Hell, not prayer or meditation.
We are not evil to desire, nor are we wicked to love…
When Heaven does not answer, and all is silent above,
There are always eyes that watch us from the shadows.
Like children, they dance and play on misty meadows!
Devils to some, angels to others: is what they truly are,
And they have such sights to show us from so very far.
Can I know that it was not divine will, that summoning?
Perhaps we are all pawns in the game of a higher being.
If so, then evil too must have a reason for its’ existence,
More necessary, to Heaven: than one soul’s resistance.
I no longer look away when I feel the eyes of the dark,
Instead I turn around and listen, and to wisdom I hark!
Too long can one bury their desires, dreams and hope!
Until the force of our will alone summons a mighty spell.
Many today, bind themselves with a very modern rope,
Only to weep, as truer salvation is cast into a dark well.
I cannot bury the flame that dies not, and let it freeze…
Far simpler would it be to tear my heart from my chest!
If even a fallen angel, knows love’s twin nature to seize,
The soul of glory; then why does mankind settle for less?
Published 22nd Aug 2012
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