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Opalite Moon 10:40 Mar 30 2011
Times Read: 578
Silence night sky with opalite moon: this is my day
When the fiery sun has gone down across the land: this is when I wake
I look around this frozen castle: it’s always empty
I only hear the wind through the trees: all the humans are asleep in their beds
I breathe in and sigh: I am ready for the hunt
I walk out of this dusty cellar: I must see the ash night sky.
Silent as a mouse but as fast as a cheetah I am out in the open air: it feels good to be outside
I walk soundlessly towards the houses of the village: I feel a great urgency to satisfy my thirst
I stop outside a little cottage which has light pouring from one of the top windows: this’ll do nicely
With great care I leap softly towards the window: the thirst driving me mad
Teeth bared I smash through the glass of the window;
The girl inside’s face is silent in shock: she knows that screaming won’t save her
Within seconds I have drained her body of the warm silky red liquid: my thirst quenched
I lay the girl on her bed, delicately, I shut her eyes
Then a rose drenched in her own blood rests on her pale chest
And a kiss on her forehead: I leave without a trace.
Author: by Isabelle, UK
The Vampire10:39 Mar 30 2011
Times Read: 579
I found a corpse, with glittering hair,
Of a woman whose face, tho' dead,
The white death in it had left still fair,
Too fair for an earthly bed!
So I loosened each fold of her bright curls roll'd
From forehead to foot in a rush of red gold,
And kissed her lips till her lips were red,
And warm and light on her eyelids white
I breath'd, and pressed unto mine her breast,
Till the blue eyes oped and the breast grew warm,
And this woman, behold! arose up bold,
And lifelike lifting a wilful arm,
With steady feet from the winding sheet
Stepp'd forth to a mutter'd charm.
And now beside me, whatever betide me,
This woman is, night and day.
For she cleaves to me so, that, wherever I go
She is with me the whole of the way.
And her eyes are so bright in the dead of the night,
That they keep me awake with dread;
While my life blood pales in my veins and fails,
Because her red lips are so red
That I fear 'tis my heart she must eat for her food;
And it makes my whole flesh creep
To think she is drinking and draining my blood,
Unawares, if I chance to sleep.
It were better for me, ere I came nigh her, -
This corpse, - ere I looked upon her, -
Had they burn'd my body with penal fire
With a sorcerer's dishonour.
For when the devil has made his lair
In the living eyes of a dear dead woman,
(To bind a man's strength by her golden hair,
And break his heart, if his heart be human),
Is there any penance, or any prayer,
That may save the sinner whose soul he tries
To catch in the curse of the constant stare
Of those heartbreaking bewildering eyes, -
Comfortless, cavernous glowworms that glare
From the gaping grave where a dead hope lies?
It is more than the soul of a man may bear.
For the misery worst of all miseries
Is Desire eternally feeding Despair
On the flesh, or the blood, that forever supplies
Life more than enough to keep fresh in repair
The death ever dying, which yet never dies.
Come my Dark Angel Prince10:36 Mar 30 2011
Times Read: 582
Come fly to me;
In dire need
Shall I call to you,
My dark angel prince.
Will you spread your wings
And fly to me?
Your wings
A swirling black vortex
Enveloping me in
Radiant warmth;
Never let me go --
My dark angel prince.
Your eyes
Though dark pits
Hypnotize me,
Never take your
Eyes off me
My dark angel prince.
Never let me go;
Never forget me,
My dark angel prince.
Author: Dragon Fire
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