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Vampire Dust

stare into my reflection
and the spell that it casts
instantaneous seduction
from a world of the past

recognized submission
and the loss of control
so vicious with an attitude
I come for your soul !

solidified aggression
with a passionate thrust
frozen momentarily
as vampire dust ....

so slowly it surrounds
alive and awake
a darkened mist a fog
that bites like snake -

surrender all that's known
becoming one with night
with a unrelenting afterglow
come forth and take flight !

intense anticipation
to grasp and take hold
such lustful dark desire
about to unfold ....

a brand new awakening
as their spirits will roam
in a darkened underworld
they will claim as their own ....

becoming one together
to hold and to trust
eternally forever
as vampire dust !

I watch him from my window. Watch him take the life from a pale body, now laying on the ground. Blood slowly seeping from the fresh new holes in his neck. I should be scared, but I'm not. I should hate this evil creature, but I love him.

I climb down the pipe, unknowing to the vampire in a trance. "Satisfaction can be had tonight, Christian!" He quickly turned to face me. Blood caked on his lips. "Every night, you come, you feed under my window. And every night I watch you." I walk closer and closer, until our eyes meet.

He says to me, "I watch you too, I follow you as you walk home."

He's been watching me, but does he consider me prey or a companion? I could be both, first a delectable, delicious prey, then a pale dead companion.

"What do you watch me for, Willow?" He knows my name!

"You take your victims with such passion. You deliver them into death without them even knowing. I hope when my time comes, that you do the same!"

He circles me, intrigued by my answer. "Do you wish for death?" he asks.

Do I? I'm not sure. "I don't know what I wish for."

But what does he wish for, I wonder? "What do you wish for?"

He is taken by surprise. "I have wished for years, for someone like you, for someone who doesn't fear me!"

He wants me, he needs me. Or is he trying to trick me, like he tricks his victims. "What can you give me, that I can get here, in this world?"

He stops to think, then he looks up to the sky and smiles. "I can give you...me, my love, my world." He offers the beautiful night, the ability to live forever, to be together forever.

But is that what I want, nothing lasts forever. "But why, why me?" Why would anyone want me, no one even knows I exist.

"Why not, you want something, that is unknown to you. And I shall give it to you."

I face him, eye to eye. "Embrace me, take me into darkness."

I gave into to easy, should I have put up a fight, or would that make him think that I don't want him? Did he notice that I'm not sure? "I'm not sure that I can live by the night."

He offers his hand in comfort.

At first, I hesitate and hold my hand back, then I take his. He leads me out of the alley and onto the street. "Would you miss anything here?" he asks, pointing across the street to people fighting, hookers working, and homeless people laying in cardboard boxes.

I don't know what I would miss, I have no friends, no siblings, no parents, I have nothing. Except now for Christian, who I'm not sure I have. For I am Willow and my life is loneliness.

I tell him, "I won't miss anything." He smiles, which he seems to do a lot of, I don't mind, he has beautiful lips.

"Then, why not live by the night with me?"

I stop dead in my tracks, "Because...everyone leaves me and you will too!" To live forever alone is a hateful punishment compared to a few short years.

Am I hated this much, would they punish me for something I never did? Tell me what I did, so I may repent, so I won't have to live this loneliness, this sorrow.

Or have they forgotten me? Left me alone to live...this whatever "this" may be.

"Give me a sign that you haven't forgotten me" I whisper.

They have forgotten me, forsaken me.

He holds me close, we went back to my room and there I was born into darkness. And then, I was truly forsaken in their eyes.

Werewolf

The moon begins to rise, over a cold and dark town,
A creature roams wild, while the moonlight shines down.

He is a man by day, as normal as any man could be,
But when the moon shines, everyone can then see.

What kind of monster he truly is, no one can explain,
So they all stay in fear, as he transforms his eternal pain.

Feeding on the innocence, his heart is made of stone,
Trapped in this horrible world, forever trapped here alone.

Never to share this curse, as it eats away his humanity,
Trapped in his mind at night, near to the break of insanity.

But there is still hope, maybe one day it will finally end,
Then he can be free once more, never to face this again.

He doesn't want to hurt anyone, but he cant stop the moon,
And he prays he will die, maybe that end will come soon.

But it doesn't, and again and again more innocence die,
By this horrid monster, with hate filled in his dark eyes.

But a Werewolf, this is what his heart will forever be,
Trapped in a human, consumed for the rest of eternity.

Evil, I Call You!


Evil, I am calling!
Evil, do you hear?
Evil, I’m imploring!
Please – I beg your ear!

Evil, I beseech you Sir!
Evil, be you near?
Evil, might you spare some time?
Please – you must appear!

Deep in barren ground I feel a rumble and a quake:
Evil stirs beneath me now – oh how the earth doth shake!
Dark begins retreating back and gives to eerie glow:
Light of hues appeal to mind in glory of His show!

I - so truly worthy - view Evil’s phosphorescence!
I - so truly honoured - scent Evil’s rancid essence!

Whenceforth He rose – ‘twas Evil’s phantasm!
Climax unfolds in Evil’s orgasm!

He lowered His sight to peer my form
From orbits sunk in fiery storm.
Incredulous now, and twice in awe, I
Harkened close to Evil’s roar:

‘I Evil, appear at your request!
Pray tell, of what is thine behest!

Your say must be bold, for you do not run, and
You’re evil enough - is my work not done?
So speak of your wanting, my impious serf,
To hail my cathedral so deep in this earth. ’

I pulled up with pride and pushed out my chest:

‘Though I be Man in all his great fame,
My evil is lacking - my damage is lame - I
I crave for the power that you can instill, to
Heighten my evil and drive up the thrill! '

Evil stared in disbelief:
Could I see a trace of grief?

‘I, Evil, must say unto you:
I see wars of destruction - both savage and wild -
People lay dying – that’s woman and child!
All of mankind lay poisoned and green
From virus of hatred – oh this I have seen!
You fight and you kill and maim animals and all:
Much blood do you spill while you torture and maul.
You build up a town to destroy with your bombs then
Stab with your knives as you ravage your tombs!

You’re evil bar none, you ignorant fool:
I’ve no more to give – you already rule!
Evil am I - but only in noun:
You are the Lord that stands in your gown of
Evil and death – and terminal breath!

A figure is all that I am unto you –
A mirror to show and reflect
The evil in actions of all that you do:
Appeasement and love? You reject! '

I stood there in silence to ponder his words -
And remained deep in thought ever since.

I am evil because I love too much,
wanting those I love to keep in touch;

I am evil that I dare to care,
evil that I'm always 'there';

evil. I invite insult;
evil; I deserve the hurt.

I am evil that I wish to protect;
I am evil that I cannot neglect

the needs, or those I mis-perceive
in those who have no need, it seems.

I am evil that I wish to say
how much I love someone today.

I am evil if I self-protect
with reason, tears or intellect.

I am evil if I should expect
love back; for I deserve neglect.

I am evil that I may press on;
for evil people should be gone.

You are a beautiful black queen.
You've raised our poor kingdom without any king.
So strong, and smart, an incredible human being.
Helping me, holding me, and guiding me through all the things I've seen
Showing me the way, pushing me forward, and helping me stand
Giving me strength, being my right-hand.

I could never see life without you
Days will be filled without joy, sick from the burden
Not being able to see your heaven sent smile, or cry on your shoulder when I need a rescue
The devastating thought leaves my world blurry unlike any bourbon
I am no psychic, but I can still foretell
I could never survive your undisputible farewell

Mother you are a beautiful black queen
The most overwhelming I've ever met
Aging beautifully, growing wise and being serene
Not in a history book, but a Queen I'll never forget
No Cleopatra, or Elizabeth, but still I am proud you are my mother
There could never ever be any other . . .

Show me what it's like.......To live in bblack and white........So can leave this world tonight.......