Vampiric Verse
VAMPIRE JUNCTION
by
Tammerie
The harsh image of the steel boxes
Pulls into the foggy station.
No passenger alights or boards the train
Because this is Vampire Junction.
The sun is about to set as the conductor
And his crew get out to fuel the train.
The men in coverall sweat profusely
But not from the exertion of their task.
Not a sound is heard beyond the train.
Not a movement can be detected.
The dusk begins and suddenly,
Dogs raise a cacophony of howls.
The crew disconnect their hoses,
Now flung away in terror-rich haste.
They leap into their iron-clad safety
As figures come near the station.
The men frantically hurry,
The conductor pulling at switches.
People emerge on the platform.
The train rolls and voices can be heard.
"Damn!" they all seem to say at once.
"We missed the train again!"
"At this rate we're going to starve!"
And they all shuffle back home again.
And the steel boxes ran away,
Until again another time,
When conductor, crew, and train must stop
To fuel again at Vampire Junction.
TURNCOAT
by
John Grey
the blood of love
drips faster, redder
than the blood of life,
sucked upon by betraying lips
that once caressed
with molten European romance
but, now, at the edge of the bed,
in the grim shadow of his eyes,
unleash their true nature,
like attack dogs
ferocious and brutal
and hungry and rabid as the night.
THE NIGHT
by
Jolene Sessler
I am the night
And I shall take you
Where the light no longer shines.
Come with me
(If you dare).
Leave the shadow
Of your life.
Abandon your material
(If you can)
They are of no value anyway.
Follow me now
Not too closely
Or I'll kill you.
Too far behind?
I'll leave you.
Remember, you need me.
Without me,
You wouldn't exist.
Don't be afraid.
You chose to live this way;
I only provide the medium.
I am the night
So follow me
To where the rules of the day
Do not apply.
MR. DEATH
by
Joy E. Smith
I saw Mr. Death when he rode past
A large black shadow he did cast.
On a coal black horse with a flying mane
He had a cold, cold smile and a grin insane.
Waving his sickle like a banner flying,
The air felt cold and the winds were crying.
Shuddering as he went out of sight,
I turned and fled in the now quiet night.
VISITOR
by
John Grey
Why do you give the shadows voice,
Why do you give the shadows shape,
And why surrender to that thing
Inside the satin, wing-like cape
As black as his intentions here,
Who swoops inside your perfumed room
By promising the star-brushed night
but offers only lurid gloom?
Why do you let him slip inside
The sheets, his unrelenting eyes
Pressed into yours, reptilian,
A vampire in a man's disguise.
Why does he bite your flannel neck
While reaping fingers through your hair?
I fear that though you fear the beast,
Inside your heart, you want him there.
NIGHT VISIONS
by
Joy E. Smith
The lamplight casts it's shadows far
Distorting visions on wall to mar.
As time slips by with mocking grins
The skeletal ghosts of many sins
Timeless in cocoons well wrapped
And gently on my soul they tapped
As past and present stepped out of tombs
As dressed in black they threatened doom
A mirage of dancing then took place
That thrust a coldness in my face
Then the sun broke through the dawn of day
Dispersing them in a grotesque way
Into a dimension of nite decay.
VAMPIRE HAIKU
by
P.J ROBERTS
ZERO HOUR APPROACHES
Giant bat wings flap
Overhead while you sleep,
Zeroing in on you.
BLOOD FEAST
Fat droplets of blood
Run across your throat,
From where a fiend has feasted
LET SLEEPING CORPSES LIE
A dungeon of death
Housing sallow-faces corpses,
Which rise again at dusk.
THE CONNOISSEUR
Tapping a pulsing vein,
He selects a fine wine
From a special cache.
CORPSES WRITHE IN AGONY
Corpses writhe around
in agony; when stakes are
driven through their hearts.
LOST INNOCENCE
Sleeping innocents
About to die; Red-rimmed eyes
Watching from the sill.
VAMPIRE ZEN
by
Valerie Hardin
As I cut paper stars and moons
I paste them in my scrapbook
The voices call
I close the velvet dream book
And look at the stone around me
The voices call
They whisper and whisper
Nothing, but prisoner's
Entombed in the wall
It happened hundreds of years before
And it may be a hundred or two more
They whisper and whisper
"Free us,"
"Feed us,"
"We can be the one,"
I drop my book and close my eyes
A peace fills my mind
They are here
And when I am gone
They still will be
Calling and calling.
FORBIDDEN LOVE
by
Nicole L. Draven
In the darkness
My lover creeps.
In a coffin
My lover sleeps.
He visits me
When the moon is full
Lovers who cannot
Truly be
Quietly, my shadow lover
Comes to me
Holding me in his arms
Gently, sweetly kissing me
Tonight is the night
I've finally chosen
For my lover and I
To live through eternity
With my hand in his
I leave my mortal life behind.
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