Death at Play

Being fascinated with the supernatural and the romantic air surrounding vampires, I find myself writing about them a lot; in particular, their insatiable and seductive appetite for human life

Death waits in the wings,

In the mortal scented shadows-

It is the voracious lunge

Sinking venom-steeped fangs

Into butter-soft flesh,

Breeching the jugular river

To release the wine.

It is the night’s brethren

Playing with the humans

Like wolves amid the flock.

Tonight there will be blood

As each receives the vampire’s kiss

In a violent display of affection

Parting life essence from living flesh,

Drawing out the aged alcohol

In arms vice-like, crushing and cruel.

Tonight the dead dance in the dark,

Red ribbons trailing from their throats

While Death lounges sated

Licking up all traces of their deeds,

Drunkenly humming the song of eternal sleep.