Infatuation turns within
At a dreadfull time of night
When vampires hide
Within the shadows
Of the blood craved
And from a shallow grave
The dead awakes
At the kiss of the harsh moon.
Forgotten are the deeds
That brought thee here
Beyond the reasons of the mind
Absent the fear of the soul
On broken wings ye fell.
Suffocated by the words of the lost
Behind these blood stained sheets
Lies memories so close
Scared by the considerable
Pain inflicted on the innocent
And wrongs never righted
The bloody thoughts
Of revenge never spoken.
Sitting on an empty throne
Of bloody swords from battles lost long ago
Of tortuous times upon us
From the terror in the eyes of those
Closed from the hopeless desire
They faced so endlessly.
Here is where she sits
Her sultry eyes and wicked grin
Tempt you to join
Her evils desires.
January 2015
