A poem for a Vampire
Golden rays from the
Sink their shimmering fingers
Back into the earth.
Sister moon yawns- it's her
Time to rise and paint the air
Deep within a crypt
Where dust and spiders dance
And the dead sleeps eternal.
A pair of frozen eyes reveal their
Crimson pools, and the nosferatu
Stalking the shadows with feline grace
The hunter seeks its prey.
A lonely stranger caught
Like a deer to a panther
The game began slowly.
Twisting through the cobbled streets
And keeping to the light
Bathing the deer in gold.
The panther melts through puddles of
Shadow, ending the game he plays.
Catching the deer at last,
Tender flesh caught by ivory white
Setting scarlet rivers a flow.
Life flickers once, twice and falters
Falling to the ground, lifeless.
Reddened lips pull into a smile
Feral and wild.
Sister moon sings to her children
The night is wearing thin
Brother sun will soon rise again
And waken the living.
Panther falls back within the shadows
Dancing around the morning mist
And returns to the dancing dust and spiders
To slumber and wait for
Another night to possess the darkness
And bring alive the Vampire.