Poetry

The Vampire's Lament

By Wallace - 7 December 07

O wanton night
A vision so sublime and sweet
The delicious aroma of spilled blood
Heady as a drug
Upon my lips
I taste

I do not fear day
Nor the sun's golden rays pouring down
Like a sea of scorching raindrops to cleanse me
It is the light
On my face
I hate

Darkness and shadow
In these I adore: I transgress deftly
Enchanting subtle steps fall on dimlit streets
Alleyways where I watch
Visions of sin
I partake

Cursed, lost children
He cannot save you anymore than I
Your names were written in the Book of Death
Doomed for all time
Into the abyss
I enslave

Unclean flesh ripens
Forbidden fruits so eager to be picked
Drinking in your souls until each
Become void, empty, cold
Such a lovely vision
I behold

Empty as I Am
Garbage into a trash can
Swept away into the wastes
Beautiful bodies form a corpse's embrace
Easy to replace
I mold

Eternal night calls
Life without any life falls
Creating by destroying all
Leaving no trace of light
In death's pall