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[catid] => 1
[aid] => mick
[title] => Vampires All
[time] => 2005-10-19 21:51:50
[hometext] => This is a vampire tale. I used my poem 'Dancing upon Red and White' in it, I especially hope that vampirequeen enjoys this, she inspired this poem
[bodytext] => The bell tolls at the church’s prow Bats are astir at the raven’s flight into the shadowy night Crosses are nailed upon doors and prayers are said The moon rises through the hazy mist full of suffering and sorrow Eyes glitter under the satin stars of cold ice An eerie chant is whispered by the gravedigger who listens to the groans of the crumbling tombstones They who heed the raven’s call are about tonight Cross yourself deeply and keep close the knife On silent wing clever bats do fly Screeching and shrieking they pierce the twilight The moon glimmers and the stars glisten as the enchanted ones follow the mournful beacon Pine candle held high and sweet melodies do ring Green sleeves calling to the ones who have a velvet invitation Chariots halt lined with silver and onyx Tonight shall be the kingdom’s most grand ball Flitting ballroom dancers make up the vampires’ court The moon spills light through the windows, now fully waxed Unaware mortals join the dance completely mesmerized Dancers with skin the color of ice Others with beautiful flowery flesh full of blood Never suspecting their viens tonight might tear Candles dot the room alight like tiny glowing dancers A handsome face smiles at the young lass he is courting The gentleman inconspicuously runs his tongue over his teeth watching her cheeks turn rosy with blood A table is bumped and candlelight shimmers as a table is spotted with dripping wax The foolish maiden is pulled aside and dies in searing pain from his fangs of ice But the dance goes on because these poor souls are entranced by the piano’s Green sleeves A pretty girl holds a young man’s gaze in her violet eyes that astound and allure Together they gaze out the window at sparkling stars like a cloak full of shining tears She gives him a frigid kiss, leaving his lips numb with ice Surely this must be winter’s court Yet it is spring outside with bees making honey and combs of wax The boy’s neck reveals the secret in his black crusted blood Dancers twirl around the room while the mortals hum the song Visions of solitary dancers in the mirror neither perturbs nor warns the mortals Hungry mouths with serrated fangs moisten as living scents of flesh fill the air The moon has risen indicating play time in the vampires’ court Now that the lord and queen have left their pawns with empty veins of ice The vampires swarm over their unsuspecting guests Throats parched from lust for the elixir that sustains their immortality Eyes of violet, cherry, and cobalt stare into those hazed with fright Screams erupt as jugular viens tear and the floor is spotted with blood Frost fills the air, leaving ice crystals on the tables and chairs Tapestries are ripped and flower vases upset Now the mortals notice that the flowers are not dewy and young But dried and dead like the pine boughs that are hung All the furniture is carved of yew Now upset and turned over from the rampant mortals All décor is red and black Not a merry color to be found in this frozen fortress Death awaits these blind beasts who are to be slaughtered like cattle However, one guest is not chased down the hall, instead he is led Up the stone cut stairs unembellished To the tower where the vixen was reborn Her skin is white and cool to the touch Her viens flow icy and show blue in her chest A heart frostbitten black and purple slowly beats Her cheeks bear a rosy blushing tint Her lover looks up at her, her gown awhirl Lacy cuffs and silky finery adorn her dress A cape and hair ribbons tied to enhance her girl tresses A white corset with silver trappings Black cords and beads for her arm wrappings A broach of opal, a tiara of sapphire She with a spirit like a wildflower She closes the door for a moment of brief eternity Only to creak open again with darkness slithering out His feet noiselessly step over the wood floor White and red rose petals flutter away, creating a path The soft glow of candles create a halo around a figure lying on a white cushion Arms and legs outstretched, dangling, long and sleek Chest rises and falls effortlessly, capturing the room’s breath He comes to his knees before the pale figure Lips full and glossed crimson, as if the heart had bled onto them A casqued of golden hair spills behind from a crown of curls Eyes green with deep pupil pools of the mysterious darkness He runs his fingers along the leg nearest him Calf sculpted and hard, feet adorned with black heels that glitter Body swathed in an ebony gown, gossamer fabric clinging close Lips open to bleed him a request, whispers shimmer in the candlelight He leans in closer to taste the stained strawberries moving in a murmur The lidded eyes glimmer and taunt, knowing the secret at hand The nostrils flair at the rustic male scent swaying through the air A harpist plucks at the strings beckoning the enticing aura He whispers into the elfish ears twitching and giggling A sea of white cream ripples and flows under dark travelers wandering The travelers circle a deep perforation, stopping to toy with a mole Crossing through a valley, a mountain on either side His fingers lightly trace the lightest skin too precious for the sun to see Sticky sweet lilac spray dances through the air, the candle wax a stir Humming sweet sunrise flickers from the floor Red and white swirl tickling the flames He melts into the figure as the wax is dripping so slowly until the air reverberates shrilly The white cloud slowly inches its way north, taking with it a brewing storm Crashing light upon dark the colors romping, trying to mix Air grabbing from the room quickly and often His shuddering breath extinguishes small halos about the room Violet, grey, and blue curling from fallen angels Explosions of noise crack and split the air Long thin knives leave rose colored lines He pulls away from the figure, finally, at last Tiny flowers still dangle over little cups full of wax Petals cease waltzing and the room steals a silent breath The white cushion is still and the pale figure collapsed The vixen is a temptress indeed for she is forever sixteen Never a day older, never to age or grow weary and cold Always holding her dear one by a thread She need not enchant him, their love was already said For indeed she belongs to the lord, his princess his personal whore But her love saved her away from this place Her coffin lies at his home, its final resting place He pets her casket and paints it for her Even death cannot damper their love It was a cold night like this one indeed The poor thing was startled and attempted to flee However she was cornered and alas it was too late She was bitten by the infamous Lestate She wept bitterly for her shining curls could never see the sun again Her reflection was gone and her vanity for it pierced her deep Most of all the sacrifice of her family and the one she held dear Scared and moments away from dawn she wandered Until she found the house of her lover There he held her and there she cried She desolately said goodbye But he took her hand and held her close He made for her a casket made of wood and carved with a rose There she slept whimpering all day For it was dark inside and outside was where she wanted to play Every night he let her out into the world He fed her beasts’ blood in glasses blown and whorled Never a creature did she ever see die He held on to her and stroked her hair Telling her she was the one who was beautiful and most fair Lestate wanted his princess, but could never touch For her love had made a special sort of curse Never again would the vampire steal her dark spirit The lord ranted as the court drank its fill His hands blackening and burning every time he touches the doorknob or windowsill Untouchable and perfect the two leave the room Smiling and laughing gaily, hoping not to return too soon Her black satin dress behind billows like a cloud at dusk Fangs hang from her berry lips like ivory stems Adorable and childlike, the lord grabs for them But to no avail, they frolic on A necklace of rubies glinting under her hair the color of gilded pearls Breasts round like a pair dead turtle doves wrapped in her ebony gown The vampire lord watches as they slip through the doors Bodies litter the floor spotted with blood and candles Vampires gather at the windows to gaze as the stars of ice glisten and gleam Tiny droplets of blood are wiped from mouths as the moonlight slowly drips away like tears The doors slam shut and the beautiful couple flees to her rosy bed Caskets are opened as the court empties, leaving behind only the extinguished stubs of wax The queen slumbers in her wooden bed However, the lord paces as the sunbeams grow ever closer Just outside these halls are torches and garlic In their coffins the damned guests turn and toss Yet these vampires need not stir, the crowd’s unaware For their game is the foxy pair The vixen and her mate do scurry by Laughing with rosy cheeks, towards the woods they glide The night shields the coy pair but not for long The ravens cackle and the raccoons chirp and growl Into the oasis, a secret place Beautiful, yet tainted with wisps of the deceased The waterfalls curled and wept round the trees and blades of grass Fish do not swim here in this place of rest Crows’ skulls litter the watery pebble bed A murder of crows all drowned and dead Shards from the grim reaper’s scythe Blessed be those who say away tonight The vixen and the fox embrace one another tight Night newly fallen give hours of darkness to the one who the sun longs to kiss A kiss of death this would be For the one who sleeps under the rose of grace and pity The drums beat the riotous chord Voices tremble with anger and selfish wishes Lanterns and crosses held high marching An evil precession towards the Lake of Mort Glassy and black, poor thing, run away The two hear the voices coming, away they flee Through the water she cannot go They climb up the staggered height for everlasting night Horde of waspy beings that swarm and sting Run princess, away from the beasts! Hide in your roses before the dawn brings dust Curls fly and skin ripples through the twilight winds Steaks close behind, forbidden ugly woods Tears fill the moonlight and dampen the streets The stars hang low to catch and whisper secrets Strung arrows twang to the drums’ heavy beat Fly true demons and devour thy prey A winged warrior strikes the tight empty vein Muscle flings upward and the vixen falls Her love catches her up into his strong arms Together they race moments from the door Almost, almost to the rosy floor Another messenger full of agility and speed Hits another vein, this one full and it bleeds Fallen is her love, away they tumble The horde consumes them, hearing their frightened shrieks Hands clasp and see melted tears Steaks driven with crosses carved as the sun arrives The mother comes out and drives the angry wasps away Sadly, she picks up the broken pieces that lay Two pale figures with thin dust They lay together in love with steaks through their hearts Now they sleep Inside the princess’s rose casket together they lay Nailed shut with silver and covered in gold chains The vampire lord growls in vain His court slowly slinks away No more vampires for this world They all crumble for this one little girl Parties gone empty with cobwebs The lord and queen’s immortality slowly ebbs When night falls again the lord prowls His queen moves the court, their caskets heaved All arranged in the shape of a pinnacle in the tomb underneath The castle is empty and seems old and rotten However the lord has not forgotten Upon the nights he slinks through the stars Searching for his princess and revenge upon The one who stole her when she was never his to keep By day returning empty handed to the tomb filled with the vampire court asleep Never shall he find her in the tomb where she lay The key melted and mounted in silver engraved: 'Until death do us part' in not Latin, Middle English, or French But of the vampire’s script, spidery and calligraphic May they rest their souls to Neverwhere Because living is not always very fair [comments] => 3 [counter] => 161 [topic] => 13 [informant] => Kitty06 [notes] => [ihome] => 0 [alanguage] => english [acomm] => 0 [haspoll] => 0 [pollID] => 0 [score] => 15 [ratings] => 3 [editpoem] => 1 [associated] => [topicname] => DarkPoetry )
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