Tales Of Vampyres
Cyrcus Of Spyrits And Vampyres
Shadow Dweller
Lady Of The Night
Dark Goddess
Cyrcus Of Spyrits And Vampyres
Awake, I think,
But where am I?
Inky dead of night...
The rutted road
Is stretching out
To a murky light.
Queasy, woozy,
hard to stay up...
Got to move my feet,
Still don’t know how
I wound up here...
I’m weary, tired, beat.
The light ahead,
Brighter it grows,
Eerily somehow...
Approaching tents,
Round circus domes...
Truly confused now!
A sign appears,
“The Cyrcus Of
Spyrits And Vampyres.”
My spinning head...
That creepy name...
Scent of unseen fires.
Amid the tents,
Walking alone.
Only carneys here
With ghoulish eyes
And hungry stares...
My heart’s filled with fear.
Though their motions
All seem to fit
The way things should be,
Something here is
Quite clearly wrong...
Slowly, I can see.
The clown ahead
Is juggling
Things unspeakable,
Circus music
With eerie tones...
Leave on the double!
Before me stands
A goddess dark...
Gleaming, razored teeth!
I must follow
Where she directs,
My free will has ceased.
The circus hands
Leave me alone,
She has claimed her prize...
I’m in her tent
And kneeling now,
All my will is spent.
Heavy lidded,
Seductively,
Tilting my head back
She slowly sinks
Her fangs in deep.
Lust takes me aback!
Eternity
It seems, has passed
As she drinks her fill
Thereby taking
A full control
Of my shattered will.
“You are mine”,
She softly speaks...
Throaty laugh is hers,
“From your warm veins
I’ll nightly feed...
Such a fate is yours...”
“Now go away
Until I call
To take more life-blood...”
My vision fades
To blackness now,
Like an icy flood.
What?! I’m awake
In my own bed...
My relief is great,
Until I feel
Her hot teeth marks...
She has sealed my fate!
Shadow Dweller
Eerie shadows, murky light,
Hard for us to see...
Something's watching, close...but where?
But where can it be?
Misty swirling eerie fog
All is subtle, dim...
Finally, our breaking nerves
Chase us at their whim...!
Terror filled, we're fleeing now,
Shadowed, dimly seen...
Blood red eyes and gleaming fangs
Beautifully obscene...
Her undead face shows itself,
Oh so suddenly,
Stopping us dead in our tracks...
Frozen, can't break free...!
Shadow Dancer's taken us...
Intense is the pain
Ere we die in agony...
To fight, futile, vain...
She turns away from the corpse
Blood lust sated...done...
But only for the present.
Suddenly, she's....gone!
Lady Of The Night
Inhuman in her beauty,
Eyes a crystal jade...
The vampyre queen watching us.
Your souls are her trade.
Ancient, ageless, powerful,
Fine, lovely and fair
From her perfect icy limbs
To her red hued hair.
Approaching us so slowly,
Cold smile on her lips...
Fast in terror we are held
Longing for her kiss.
Sensuously she takes us
Baring slow our throats,
In ecstacy she pierces...
Sacrificial goats.
Dark Goddess
Murky night in shrouded fog
Unfolds before our eyes,
Revealing bleak countryside
On which oppression lies.
But look! A figure walking
With purpose and resolve,
Heedless of inhuman eyes...
They appear, then dissolve.
The figure there is a man
From a nearby hamlet.
The Dark Goddess he must see...
On high her castle sets.
Following the helpless man
We approach her ivy home,
A castle great and dreadful
With art from Egypt...Rome.
The door swings slowly open,
A massive oaken "ccrreeaakk".
The doomed man slowly enters,
To meet the doom he seeks.
Before him stands the Goddess,
Her eyes a scarlet fire.
To him she is a terror,
Yet object of desire.
"Come here to me my subject,
And give your warm life' blood..."
Powerless, up he steps,
His heart a pounding...thud!
The Goddess is all beauty
And darkness wrapped in one
Piercing him she deeply drinks...
His life force she has won.
Return to the Castle...
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