A rich cup of tea
sits beside me
the teabag turning the water red
almost as if it can feel the pain in my arm
where the vampyre puntcured me like an old tyre
spawned bruises
memories
history
time
honey makes a difference
it sweetens the ache
allows me to dream
Terror and fright
creatures of the night.
The Darkness.
Nightfall waits for this albino of death
who slumbers without a living breath
her white skin and bone
glow in the darkness like foam
while she waits for one
to feed upon.
Her stone cold tomb
she calls her home.
Within the Darkness.
Homeward you will with the wind dead still,
but the darkness frees the breath of the trees
that sway and roll and wake with a howl
the lady that lies with bloodless eyes.
Wooden fingers creak
in the forest of bleak.
Stirring, in the Darkness.
Bleakly you tread as the cold hand of dread
creeps along your skin as the castle of ruin
appears on your left with the moon doing its best
to break through the shroud of darkness and cloud.
Step up your pace
she’ll give you a race.
Wild whisperings, in the Darkness.
Racing along with the wind in your hair
she swoops and she dives without a care
this way and that way you dodge and you duck
she’s on your tail she’s catching you up
run for your life while there’s blood in your veins
or she’ll have you and kiss you and drive you insane.
In the Darkness.
Silver starlight pin-pricks the sky
crystal cold light dazzles the eye.
Shadows sneak passed painting them black
they’re searching for a blood-filled snack.
The twinkling deceives as you watch them flicker
the night time show has your eyes darting quicker.
A soundless shadow grows larger as it dives
the dark hungry silence has you mesmerized.
The light show has ended, the shadow is here
you flee but too late as it growls a red sneer.
With quicksilver wings
the night feast begins
