Vampyre

There are words for us
They speak in the shadows
Under their breath, as if
We don’t hear.

There are words for our kind
Some say we shine, like glitter
Under the moonit sky above.

There are words that you hear
Don’t get too close or get near
Their kind they are dangerous
… If they only knew

There are reasons we hide
before the sunrise, just as the moon
falls down neath the horizon.

We are divine within our bloodline
macabre and beautiful by design

We are the night by carnal delight
They call us monsters, gods, and of blood letting rights.

We are fairer than terror
Gothic horror restorers
By word of mouth they spread fear and lies about our kind.

We are velvetine smiles
We are the desire
We are the “come hither” calling
That drips from our lips

Casting dark shadows
We bare no reflection
We are black noir dreams
We are sexual tension
We are the release of the pure
The secrets not heard
We are the intention within their eyes
We are their wicked projections

There are words for us
They speak in the shadows
Under their breath, as if
We don’t hear.

MB93
2022