Come my love and meet me upon the lip of midnight.
Come my love and dance upon the edge of velvet night
And if you dare to dance my dance
I’ll take you into darkness true.
I promise I will not sup much
Or steal from you that precious thing of which you value so.
Come my love, come meet me when all mortal time runs out
And when the tides are running high
Come take my hand,
Come dance my dance,
Come waltz with me upon the land of precious time.
I’ll not sup much
I promise you.
I’ll let you dance your dance of dance while standing on the edge
And if you come to me with love,
I’ll maybe sup just one sup
As you whirl and spin upon the night times’ edge.
Come to me my love of love.
Come embrace my spell so pure.
We’ll dance till midnight claims your soul in a land I know so well.
Come close my love and kiss me sweet and then I’ll sup,
Just one sup;
A sup of life so true.
Tag Archive: VAMPIRE POETRY & WRITINGS
No matter that the cold rain slashes watery knives across my face
It hides the tears
And I care not about my once carefully coffered hair falling wet and dank upon my shoulders
Tis someone else’s perception of beauty now
Not mine
For how is beauty perceived in the realm of the dead?
And the musty scent of old roses that clung for centuries to my pale silken gown is washed silently away.
I can almost walk amongst the living unnoticed tonight
Maybe I shall tie back my tangled locks and go dancing on the waterfront.
The refection of the moonlight and streetlamps renders a poor imitation of daylight
But yet my satin slippers still glide across the slippery wet paving slabs of the quayside and I can almost, almost forget that I am not human.
A tune whirls inside my head as I dance round and round alone in the rain
Alone and wet and dancing in the rain
Whirling and giddy in the rain
Who would see me now?
Who would laugh?
Who would dare to mock my dance?
Swirling and swishing in my damp satin slippers
Alone on the quayside
Dancing
My sad state of being compelling me into actions not of my own.
A thousand slashes of tiny rain droplets are suspended in the streetlamps glow as I twirl and I swish and I swirl.
My dance reaches its crescendo and I feel released once more
From the shadows a sound
From the shadows the sweet perfume of mortal life permeates my being
And alone on the dark damp quayside I swiftly deliver my fatal kiss.
My wet satin slippers soaked once more by rivulets of ruby.
Passion and desire resonates deep within 
Soul truths surface and submerge in a cycle of becoming
Stirrings that quicken my being with fresh new light
I crave renewal as I walk upon the slippery lip of darkness
My immortal one I am under your spell
Your dark embrace quells all doubts and irrelevant thoughts within me
Take me as your own
Devour my fragile shell as I willingly offer you my body and soul
I sink into a darkness pungent with risen death
Yet alive with life
Memories bound in blood and bone and revelation
Deep yearning to connect to kindred
My dark dreams weave in and out of forgotten forests
The land reveals seven discarded tines bathed in moonlight
Majestic and solitary upon the cool damp earth
He was no match for you my Lady and offered all that he was and was yet to become
The time for mortals to sleep and dream is nigh
To return to that airless womb
The eternal palace of comfort and peace
I yield and sink further into my dreams
Embracing my immortal maker
She who waits with kisses so seductive
All reasoning lost as the sweet darkness surrounds me with stark comforting coldness
I surrender to the death and decay of my humanity
No compromise, no bargain
Further and further down I sink
Numb, cradled in the void,
I yield hungrily to your dark embrace, my lady
At one with all that ever was
Please leave me waiting not
The yearning of existence becomes me as I sup my mother’s blood
Yet it is She who takes the sacrifice whether offered willingly or not
My blood in the sacred chalice
Use it as you will, My Lady
Will my shadow be revealed to atone for all that was?
My Sweet Queen, she offers the sacred renewal
Sweet bloodstained kisses from my yearning lips I offer
A cycle fulfilled, a yearning soul reborn
May 2012


