The vampyre looms in the shadows,
Waiting for his nightly feast.
What's lost is eternal gain
For such a blood-lusting beast.
Waiting for his nightly feast.
What's lost is eternal gain
For such a blood-lusting beast.
Entombed in darkness,
A shadow with no reflection,
The horrid monster reanimates
Upon his nightly resurrection.
A shadow with no reflection,
The horrid monster reanimates
Upon his nightly resurrection.
Gloom defines the atmosphere
Like a dense, thickened mist.
Timeless are the wounds,
From the vampyre's kiss.
Like a dense, thickened mist.
Timeless are the wounds,
From the vampyre's kiss.
The stagnant stench of decay
Fills the decrepit parasite's lair.
A sweet fragrance for the undead
Travels through the foul air.
Fills the decrepit parasite's lair.
A sweet fragrance for the undead
Travels through the foul air.
The Vampyre arises slowly
On the prowl for human blood,
He leaves his corpse's shell
For his next victim's flood.
On the prowl for human blood,
He leaves his corpse's shell
For his next victim's flood.
Looming in the darkness,
A young virgin he spots.
He watches her intently
Tracing her veins...so hot.
A young virgin he spots.
He watches her intently
Tracing her veins...so hot.
"Come to me," he whispers,
"Come to me, my child.
"Come to me pretty one!"
Your essence drives me wild.
"Come to me, my child.
"Come to me pretty one!"
Your essence drives me wild.
She comes at his beckoning,
She can't resist his call.
She bares it all for him;
He feasts, totally enthralled!
She can't resist his call.
She bares it all for him;
He feasts, totally enthralled!
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Author:
Tristan Robert Lange (
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- Comment from author about the poem: Vampires are monsters. They aren't alluring in a romantic sense, and they certainly don't sparkle. They're horrifying creatures that feed on the innocent like parasites of evil. This poem emerged from my admiration for classic vampires, such as Bram Stoker's Dracula, F. W. Murnau's Nosferatu, and the film Subspecies. If you've seen the film, you'll get the reference. In keeping with these classic portrayals, I've chosen to use traditional vampire story elements, including gender roles, as a deliberate nod to the genre's roots. This artistic choice doesn't reflect personal views on gender, but rather serves to connect the poem to its literary heritage.
- Category: Gothic
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Its a good job I wear garlic around my neck.. Good write.
Thank you!!!
Great write
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