Vampyre

The midnight moon

Glowers down

Her silvery glow

Illuminating the land

Of the

Living Dead

He rides

On a steed

Of midnight fur

His pale skin

Kissed by the

Soft moonlight

His Inviting

Almost inhuman face

Beckons to his victims

He caresses their bodies

Gently in his arms

His teeth softly

Caress their supple veins

They too

Become pale

He rides further

Into the night

He searches for

His human lover

The only one

That will not

Become his

Brand new

Feast

She beckons

From her window

She calls into the night

She watches for his figure

Inside the stony sky

He comes

To answer her calls

Of longing and love

He answers her

He holds her

As his enemies

Pour into the

Inn of her residence

They hold wooden stakes

Clenched inside

Their fists

They burst through the door

Which kept them safe

He guarded her gallantly

Though crosses were

Waved at his face

They held him down

Hammered the

Pointed wood into

His heart

He slashed at them

He tried to drag

As many as he could

Back to Hell

With him

As his body lay

Motionless in the midnight

Wind

She held him to her

His final breath

Left his body

While he was in her arms

 

 

 

 

So much for "undead".

 

Reviews

[Ice Queen of the Vampir..]

Wow, this is a fantastic piece. I really love it and you did an amazing job. Awesome write!!!

Heather

[Ravenskald]

So much for "undead".
I love the moral to the tale
even the immortals can die ...
fantastic !

[cdog]

this poem is so bombdiggidy it makes my cat look like a dog

[That Weirdo You Just Mi..]

That was extremely good! I love the detail of the last few minutes and how she called out to him. Amazing!