Writer's Companion

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Saturday, 18 August 2012

The Vampires World

The Vampire’s World
To walk along a lonely road,
In all the world, to be alone,
To feel the wind upon your face,
And in its coolness feel its embrace.

To see the blossoms of the night,
Are they pink, or are they white?
To lay upon the summer grass,
And look in to the sky of darkest glass.

To feel the moon smile down on you,
And see her silver shining through,
These are the things that mark the night,
These are the things you feel with sight.

To feel the earth beneath your feet,
And listen to silence in the street,
The sun has gone, gone to rest,
And so the night insists its best.

This world I see before my eyes,
Is the vampires land and so he cries,
The blood he takes back to his grave,
Is all he has that you have gave.

He hears your heartbeat in the silence,
And knows how much you love the violence,
His teeth are white behind his lips,
Sharp for your skin to split.

Your blood will coarse through his veins,
As into his arms your heart is reined,
You see the cats upon the prowl,
And at the vampire they will growl.

This night time is his only life,
This night he loves as his wife,
You cannot see him for he is still,
Yet your heart is beating to his will.

Soon you'll be in his embrace,
And together your heart with his will race,
Your blood, his blood, no one can tell,
As in his grave he casts his spell.

You are his and he is yours,
Light into darkness shines through the doors,
The crypt is closed with you inside,
And sleep in death side by side........... 

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