Vampyric Lovers

[Mysteral--Night Prowler]

Vampyric Lovers I wake again from sunlight... ...sleeping I hear the cellar door… …creaking. She’s going out again Out in the dark and icy rain Another life will end in pain Another death a human slain And police unable to explain The bloodless torsos that remain I hear the cellar door… …creaking; Her footsteps on the stair… …squeaking. A chapel built of lichened stone In crypt beneath celestial throne I found a heap of mouldering bone A skeleton, of age unknown, Chained to the wall it died alone I set it free... then heard the moan Her footsteps on the stair… …squeaking; Out through the front door… …sneaking. I heard the voice inside my head "What hast thou done?" the guardian said "For you have summoned from the dead, An evil thing from darkness bred; On living human flesh it fed! A vampire bride from Satan fled" Out in the dark her footsteps… …sneaking. I hear her at the window... ...scratching My wraith came to me that same night In mildewed shroud of acolyte Her face a ghastly pallid white Eyes stared ahead but without sight And neither looking left or right They gleamed with eerie phosphor light On window glass I hear her… …scratching; "Let me in," her fingers… ….tapping Tonight she’ll stand beside my bed Silk coverlets and sheets blood red Ask me to hold her, though she’s dead The stench of flesh on which she fed Will turn my stomach, spin my head Fill me with horrifying dread I feel long nails on my back… …scratching; She'll kiss my neck, incisors… …slashing. I taste her blood I sup a measure My courtesan of lustful pleasure Two lovers share erotic treasure Tomorrow night we’ll haunt together We’ll prowl the night what ere the weather My wraith and I, un-dead for ever I kiss her neck, incisors… …slashing; Dripping blood, in moonlight… …splashing. ©2009 Rob Read aka Mysteral