Mistress of the Night

This was originally called "child of the night" but I renamed it "mistress of the night" as it seemed more fitting to the theme.

 

 

Nov. 28, 1985

 

Death is a sweet lover,

Taken swiftly without a sound,

Shall she sleep forever?

 

No, her innocent life ended,

Her soul damned by a kiss,

With the night she will rise.

 

So beautiful, so fair a face,

Lips red as fresh blood,

Her eyes see into eternity.

 

Rest comes uneasy to her,

Within the bed of earth she lies,

She dreams of those alive.

 

Unchanging and ever moving,

Time flows past, she watches,

All she's ever known fades to dust.

 

Death's Mistress, she hunts the night,

Draining life's wine, bringing sleep to some,

And the end to others,

She continues her journey into forever....alone.

Reviews

[Titus McGuire]

Very beautifully written, I love dark and haunting poems about vampires and such, and this one was beautifully executed. The description, the feel, it all works so well, creating such a beautiful and haunting vision in the mind's eye. Bravissimi.

[Wildecat]

A wonderful poem, I have always been facinated by Vampires and the like. Excellent read.

[Lestat's daughter]

I absolutely love it! Beautifully writte, well worded, and it beautifully depicts this vampire's life!