Gothic Poetry

Silent Rapture

Creeping through the shadows,

embracing the night.

No saint in my soul.

No intimacy in my bite.

Searching through the gloom

for someone to fulfill my need.

Peeking in a lightless room,

I am overcome with greed.

In the moons vaporous glowing,

two figures lie motionless in bed.

Both of them unknowing

that in minutes they'll be dead.

The window is unlocked-

oh what a grave mistake!

I slip through in silence, slightly shocked

as I see him lying there...awake.

His soft red hair fell upon the pillow

as he brushed it from his eyes.

He stared at me in the moons white glow,

unpleasantly surprised.

I whispered "I shall bestow a secret gift

upon thy saintly heart so kind."

I moved across the room so swift

certain his sanity would unwind.

His partner lay there sleeping

as his face went white with fear.

My blood-stained fangs induced his weeping.

His body froze when I wiped his tear.

Taking him by the hand,

I escorted him from the room.

He was reluctantly at my command

as I led him to his doom.

"My love, thou shalt die screaming

but not a soul will hear.

Realize thou art not dreaming

as I make a reality of thy fears."

His eyes looked at me wildly.

I said "Do not bother to resist."

But he jerked and twisted so violently,

he broke the grip upon his wrist.

Foolishly he turned his back

and I appeared like a ghost.

Launching a most vicious attack,

I tore open his throat.

My nails dug deep into his arms,

holding him firmly in place.

Aggressively drinking, lacking vampyric charm,

swallowed by ecstasy as my heartbeat raced.

His eyes glared back at mine,

saddened with utter disbelief,

as his heart beat one last time,

unleashing a sigh tinted with grief.

Ruthlessly, I released my grip,

to the floor I let him fall.

I wiped the blood from my lips

and to the window I crawled.

Still savoring the deadly affair,

slipping into the brisk black night,

once again the Angel of Darkness

has taken another victim with her bite.

There is nothing more fulfilling

than the success of violent capture,

a cold and heartless killing

ending in such silent rapture