My black mystical entry for RFW's
Hallowe'en House of Horrors.
Vampire Dreams:
In the still of the night Breathless,
pounding heart;
How close will he come The deed to be done?
How close will he come The deed to be done?
Shivering, stilled in the
gloom,
gloom,
Clouds skittering past a silver moon;
A hoot, a toot, a flap of wings Who
is it who wears glittering rings?
is it who wears glittering rings?
A snowy owl, swooping past; No moon to
light his path
Hear footsteps on flagstones; As moonbeams dance
on gravestones!
on gravestones!
Shadows darting here and there Please,
please, don't get tangled
in my hair
in my hair
See his breath now on frosting air
Sparkle in eyes, scintillating
hair
hair
He has but a short while, to quaff from
the longed for vile
Soon to be heard a sprightly lark; He
must then dash away to the dark
The kiss,
the hunger, the hold; No escape from one so bold
the hunger, the hold; No escape from one so bold
Agony and ecstasy of ill-timed
bliss; Power of attraction no dismiss
bliss; Power of attraction no dismiss
He always returns, driven by lust; Life's
potent wine the inner must
A wanton smile, His token of trust and
guile; But, how much, how much, will he want of the blooded nile?
It is the moment it is the time
The crossing of ever lasting line;
The crossing of ever lasting line;
No escape from the dream; See the
mystical catlike gleam
Too late, too late; He's opened his
blood-lined cape;
Oh Mystical phantom of sensual nights
Drifting, drifting in ecstasy
This is the way, the way it was meant to be!
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