Song of the Vampyre-

And the vampyres sang
In harmony
Of a love that was lost
So long ago
No mortal could fathom
The depth, the feel
Or comprehend the pain
Within their dusty bones
The Queen
Heiress of the True gods
Glowed with passion
That killed any mans soul
Belief in the songs
The lyrics of a bards tale
Alone would bewitch
Their fragile hearts
Strong
Elegant
Wise
Experienced
In more than life
Her eyes conjured fires
That left lesser men
To die inside
She manifest hunger
Thirst from within
The need
To feed
To be at her side
The Vampyre dance
Beneath the moon
Centuries witness
Carnal delights
On then another
Night after night
The wolves howl a movent
A sonata in b minor
That echoed hunger
Loneliness and pain
The true curse of
The vampyre
Is to never be whole
To deny it’s existence
To deny it’s throne
As the song remains
The melody unchanged
Forever, for nothing
To die again and again
The heart of the vampyre
Freely given away
She is the goddess
Of the night
And of the fae
Eternal torture is
All that remains
The true meaning
Of their song
And what … Remains
The vampyre is hollow
Died a thousand deaths
Empty
Longing
For her… eternal touch

(matthew bowers) ~93
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