Come, my beloved, come into my arms,
I shall show you all my Vampyric charms,
I offer you a night of unbridled passion,
within this night, there is nothing I shall ration.
Our lips meet, your flame does ignite,
I shall make sure it burns right through the night,
come, my beloved, here we shall stand,
my lips fuelling your fire, as I hold your hand.
Your shapely body pressed up against mine,
you are a wonder, you sparkle and shine,
I open my eyes and gaze into your Soul,
to Love you tonight is my Vampyric goal.
My beloved, let me kiss your throat,
let me speak the words of a sonnet I wrote,
for you, my beloved, shine bright as the sun,
you are my darkest dream and you have come.
Now walk with me, my beloved star,
We shall walk down our destination far,
But at the end of our Journey, in Vampyre fashion,
I shall show you Love within “Night's Passion.”
Vampire: Vampyre Love Poetry Series.
a smog of vampyric fume
i walk into! with poison-darts
and with mana of fire as weapons
i penetrate the rugged soil of foe.
my longbow of the Scythians hangs on my back
and two mighty daggers
are steady in my belt as always.
the key and the lock rests in my separate hands;
separate like the sun and the moon!
The night reveals the beauty of your love,
As senses fall, one by one, it’s you I see,
I am below and you – you are above,
A goddess taking all her want from me.
In your embrace you set my passions free,
Yet captive in the power of your eyes,
You hold me here, the place I yearn to be
Where my silent voice can ignite your sighs
Release your soul to fly the cosmic skies,
You gyrate round demanding even more,
As hunger calls clear as the eagle cries,
I know I’ve reached that sweetest, molten core
O love, sweet love, as you now take your need,
My vampyric hunger on you shall feed.
Form: Spenserian Sonnet
Parameters:
Structure: Written over 3 quatrains and a closing couplet
Meter: Consistent iambic pentameter or decasyllabic lines
Rhyme schema: abab bcbc cdcd ee
Each night I see her beauty standing there,
My sweet angel of purity and light,
And thus, I know love and want her care,
My broken heart again must turn to night,
And leave behind the dreams of beauty fair.
I am the darkness, she is innocent,
She drinks the fine wine as I sup on blood,
Her human heart could only be misspent,
As I crush her like some flowering bud,
Thus, I suffice on the hint of her scent.
Form: Sicilian Quintains
My vampire senses,
My human intellegance,
with those two I found you.
No heart beat, no need to breathe.
I feel your body next to mine
as you hold me close.
Every fear, every moment of pain,
disappears into misty air.
The taste of your vampyric blood,
so sweet like a fine wine,
so bitter like candy.
My love my beautiful,
your are my morbid lover....