Poetry...a beautiful expression of thought. Well, anyway, here's some. If you wish to see your poetry here, send it to me and I will add it on as quick as possible. My email is at the bottom of the page. Please, read on and enjoy!
I am a part of the unwanted.
I am one of the undesireable.
I am the last of the darkest ones.
I am alone and unloved.
My own shadow turns away from me.
The light dims when I pass by.
My blood is frozen and my bones have shattered.
At the sound of my approach,
The women run and the children cry.
The gods have turned away from me,
and the demons swarm around me.
The scales of my life are unbalanced,
and never in my favor.
My only gifts are Death, Pain, and Suffering.
My only joy is to be Alone.
Alone is my eternal curse.
Tale of a Gangrel
I am the Tiger, King of the World.
Its Guardian and Protector.
the Knowledge and wisdom of the Dragon.
My teacher, the Coyote, the Trickster;
in his folly there is always a lesson to be learned.
My Body and Mind;
The graceful speed and agility of the Falcon.
When I am lost,
The magical power of the mystical Raven shall guide and keep me.
A Shadow in a world of Light.
A Shade in a world of Color.
In a world that does not need me,
Let alone want me.
A Predator in a world of Prey,
Traveling Getsumi Noh Michi, 'The Moonlit Path'.
A road of destiny.
And fate decrees I travel it alone...
Of Clan Gangrel
Dark of the Moon
I believed that I was living, before...
I sleepwalked through sunlit dreams filled with butterflies
Brushing past others like a hand through cobwebs...
Then you came, my Dark Brother.
Looking past the cloak I had wrapped my Animal in
And tore away the chains binding me to Earth
You kissed me
And I fell forever...
Now I shoot arrows at the sun
And weave starlight into tapestries
Cutting the threads where they tangle in the Pattern...
Reaching for the One who fled from my accusing eyes
On wings of darkest velvet...
I will take my Soul back from You
And hang it from the Moon...
Look behind You, my Love...
Someday I will be there...
And my arrows with pierce Your Heart.
Fog curls up giving an eerie sense,
Black silhouettes dance in the forest mockingly,
Inviting me to play in the shadows,
I stray from the Path,
Raven's wings urging me on,
Silver's moonbeams warn the time,
But I pay no heed,
Speed's persistance flinging me forward,
I see Him there,
In Silver's moonlight,
With Raven's wings,
And Speed's persistance,
I see Him and I love Him,
A beauty like no other,
But I have strayed from the path,
And now am lost to this vampire charm,
This will be my greatest adventure,
Strayed from the Path,
Led by Raven
Delivered into the arms of,
Dances in the shadows
Laughing in the trees
Death awaits in every breeze.
Playing in the forest
Running in the stream
Only the shifting know this game.
Wears a mask
With amazing charm and grace
Hidden beneath is one without a faith.
Entrapped with His eyes
Lost in His face
My mind is His to place.
Staying in the shadows
Hidden in the crowd
Lost to human sight, is the truth ever proud.
Flying in the darkness
concealed from the light
He awaits my life.
To hold and keep
To have as His own
Stealing the warmth, from my soul.
As I lay in my bed,
Listening to the wind's howl,
His shadow passes over me in His nights prowl.
I curl up and cry,
As memories flash by,
Now only a distant glimmer.
I see His smiling face,
And my trembling hands,
His arms are wrapped around me.
Then I'm all alone,
Death's song is sung,
He seems never to return.
But on one cloudy, rainy day,
I dream He'll come for me,
And take me in His arms for all eternity.
Tearing Down the Moon
I merge silently with the black
Around me, my bastard Kin begin to Howl the Circle
Tales dripping with gore rise to the unseeing stars
Torn from throats swollen with ego and raw by longing.
The words fly faster and faster
One to the Other
To be caught, maimed, and regurgitated.
If they turn to me to fill the breathpause--
"Speak, BloodSinger! Sing a song of scarlet and deathgloat!"
Ah, my brothers
If I lift my voice to follow yours
The words will shatter like ice
Shredding skin to leave you naked on stone.
Tell me--what is this DarkGift you speak of?
We were not consulted--we were taken.
Pulled down by petulant children,
Playthings to be used and discarded.
What will happen when you break,
You who claim to be windfree?
Only then will you truly See your Fate
Children of the Void
Prisoners of the Crimson Chain...
Do you feel my eyes on you?
As you wander vaguely through your invisible maze,
How do you bear existence in the crystal cage called life?
(and would you thank me if I shattered the walls...?)
I pity you. You will never experience
...the Dark Spiral will never take you all unknowing
Over the edge of Eternity.
We stand on opposites sides of the mirror, you and I.
To lock Gaze--
To touch Glass--
Would freeze Soul.
My eyes burn with acid I have forgotten how to release.
Howling my agony to an indifferent Moon--
I rage for what I gave up to you so freely--
The memory of Light.
One kiss was all it took--
Stealing the breath from my lungs,
Claiming the wine from my veins,
Extinguishing the candle of my Soul.
Now I walk alone in the Shadows
Bathing in the moonbeams
That flicker through the cover of the trees.
I cry my grief to the sky
For we are sundered from the light, my brothers
Encased in cages of blackest jet
Cut off from Life;
Cut off from Love;
Will I always walk alone...?
The Kiss of Death
The night is dark and cold outside,
You lay in bed and wonder why,
The life you live goes by so fast,
And how you wish to make it last.
The moonlight is shadowed from your face,
By a figure surely fallen from grace.
A dark angel that has come to take,
The life that you could never make.
The figure seats her self on your bed,
Then slowly turns your trembling head.
You feel her cold lips press to your neck so tight,
And a pain so full of pleasure that you can not fight.
Suddenly you know the end is near,
But you cannot find the strength to fear,
A death brought to you by an angel so fair,
With ruby lips and long blonde hair.
As you feel you’re last and final heart beat,
The beautiful angel rises to her feet,
And leaves a kiss on your cold skin,
And you leave this world never to return again.
-By Sheena L. Fox
The Well Of St. Keyne
A well there is in the west country,
And a clearer one never was seen-
There is not a wife in the west country
But has heard of the Well of St. Keyne.
An oak and an elm tree stand beside,
And behind doth an ash tree grow,
And a willow from the bank above
Droops to the water below.
A traveler came to the Well of St. Keyne,
Pleasant it was to his eye;
For from cock-crow he had been traveling,
And there was not a cloud in the sky.
He drank of the water so cool and clear,
For thirsty and hot was he;
And he sat him down upon the bank,
Under the willow tree.
There came a man from a neighboring town,
At the well to fill his pail;
On the well-side he rested it,
And bade the stranger hail.
Now, art thou a bachelor, stranger? quoth he,
For an if thou hast a wife,
The happiest draught thou hast drank this day
That ever thou didst in thy life.
Or has your good woman, if one you have,
In Cornwall ever been?
For an if she have, I'll venture my life,
She has drunk of the Well of St. Keyne.
I have left a good woman who never was here,
The stranger he made reply;
But that my draught should be better for that,
I pray thee tell me why.
St. Keyne, quoth the countryman, many a time,
Drank of this crystal well;
And before the angel summoned her,
She laid on the water a spell.
If the husband, from this gifted well,
Shall drink before his wife,
A happy man thenceforth is he,
For he shall be master for life.
But if the wife should drink of it first,
God help the husband then!
The stranger stooped to the well of St. Keyne,
And drank of its waters again.
You drank of the well I warrant betimes?
He to the countryman said,
But the countryman smiled as the stranger spoke,
And sheepishly shook hes head.
I hastened as soon as the wedding was done,
And left my wife on the porch,
But i'faith I found her wiser than me,
For she took a bottle to church.
To see a world in a Grain of Sand
And a Heaven in a Wild Flower,
Hold infinity in the palm of your hand
And Eternity in an hour!
I spot her, walking alone in the night,
Smiling cheerfully at each passer-by.
Her face carefree and bright.
I chuckle quietly as I imagine her fright. Oh my!
When, from the shadows I'll appear;
Evil grin upon my face, drinking in her fear.
I watch as she approaches her apartment,
No idea that I await her in the alleyway.
She is near, her steps echo on the cement.
I step out, blocking her way.
I stand there, waiting, my eyes aglow.
My face is like stone, no emotion does show.
Her mouth opens in a soundless scream,
And tears roll down her cheek.
My face is illuminated by a moonbeam;
Of my fangs I give her a small peek.
She collapses to the ground as her fear overcomes her.
I frown as I realize my fun is over.
I pick her up quickly from the ground,
And push her head to the side.
I hear no protest from her, not a single sound.
The blood pulsing beneath her skin is my guide.
I lower my head to do the deed.
I lower my head and begin to feed.
My mind lets go a thousand things,
Like dates of wars and deaths of kings,
And yet recalls the very hour-
'Twas noon by yonder village tower,
And on the last blue noon of May-
The wind came briskly up the way,
Crisping the brook beside the road;
Then, passing here, set down its load
Of pine scents, and shook listlessly
Two petals from that wild rose tree.
-Thomas Bailey Aldrich
The Dark Gift
dark crypt of my mind,
I feel the
colors of eternal pain.
The darkness of
evil, staining my soul.
Wandering, utterly alone,
through the corridors of time.
Kali: The Vampire Time Drinks the Blood of Life
In Your Heart beats the Blood of Death.
Your Pulse drums destruction.
Under Your Feet
The cosmos trembles, collapses.
The Gods cry out in dissolution.
The end of All
We can imagine
And cannot imagine.
You make the Worlds
Witch of the Burning Ground,
Your magic bedazzles me with Being.
O Goddess touch me not!
Your Beauty makes me shudder in Your Arms.
My heart becomes Your cremation ground.
I become a corpse.
I bleed for Your Kiss.
I feed Your Hunger.
I burn for You.
I arise like smoke.
I redden Your Eyes with my joy.
You make me
-The Pitch Black Witch
There is no death; O, heavy heart
Earth, sun and sky in golden chorus
Cast sorrow in the fires of Spring,
nor grieve it:
Life is reborn in love; ah, can you
Some faith at any cost
No vision and you perish;
No ideal, and you're lost;
Your heart must ever cherish
Some faith at any cost.
Some hope, some dream to cling to,
Some rainbow in the sky,
Some melody to sing to,
Some service that is high.
-Harriet Du Autermont
I who have seen the stars at midnight,
The clean cut flight of birds,
Know with a swift assurance
The idleness of words.
It is as though quaint nets were spread
To catch the flying snow,
Or wooden buckets set to save
The silver starlight glow.
I had a dream, which was not all a dream.
The bright sun was extinguish'd, and the stars
Did wander darkling in the eternal space,
Rayless, and pathless, and the icy earth
Swung blind and blackening in the moonless air;
Morn came and went-and came, and brought no
And men forgot their passions in the dread
Of this their desolation; and all hearts
Were chill'd into a selfish prayer for light:
And they did live by watchfires-and the thrones,
The palaces of crowned kings-the huts,
The habitations of all things which dwell,
Were burnt for beacons; cities were consumed,
And men were gather'd round their blazing homes
To look once more into each other's face;
Happy were those who dwelt with the eye
Of the vaocanos,and their mountain-torch:
A fearful hope was all the world contain'd;
Forests were set on fire-but hour by hour
They fell and faded-and the crackling trunks
Extinguish'd with a crash-and all was black.
The brows of men by the despairing light
Wore an unearthly aspect, as by fits
The flashes fell upon them; some lay down
And hid their eyes and wept; and some did rest
Their chins upon their clenched hands, and smiled;
And others hurried to and fro, and fed
Their funeral piles with fuel, and look'd up
With mad disquietude on the dull sky,
The pall of a past world; and then again
With curses cast them down upon the dust,
And gnash'd theeir teeth and howl'd: the wild birds
And, terrified, did flutter on the ground,
And flap their useless wings; the wildest brutes
Came tame and tremulous; and vipers crawl'd
And twined themselves among the multitude,
Hissing, but stingless-they were slain for food!
And War, which for a moment was no more,
Did glut himself again:-a meal was bought
With blood, and each state sullenly apart
Gorging himself in gloom: no love was left;
All earth was but one thought-and that was death
Immediate and inglorious: and the pang
Of famine fed upon all entrails-men
Died, and their bones were tombless as their flesh;
The meagre by the meagre were devour'd,
Even dogs assail'd their masters, all save one,
And he was faithful to a corse, and kept
The birds and beasts and famish'd men at bay,
The hunger clung them, or the dropping dead
Lured their lank jaws; himself sought out no food,
But with a piteous and perpetual moan,
And a quick desolate cry, licking th hand
Which answer'd not with a caress-he died.
The crowd was famish'd by degrees; but two
Of an enormous city did survive,
And they were enemies: they met beside
The dying dmbers of an altar-place
Where had been heap'd a mass of holy things
For an unholy usage; they raked up,
And shivering scraped with their cold skeleton
The feeble ashes, and their feeble breath
Blew for a little life, and made a flame
Which was a mockery; then they lifted up
Their eyes as it grew lighter, and beheld
Each other's aspects-saw, and shriek'd, and died-
Even of their mutual hideousness they died,
Unknowing who he was upon whose brow
The True Knowledge
Thou knowest all; I seek in vain
What lands to till or sow with seed-
The land is black with briar and weed,
Nor cares for falling tears or rain.
Thou knowest all; I sit and wait
With blinded eyes and hands that fail,
Till the last lifting of the veil
And the first opening of the gate.
Thou knowest all; I cannot see.
I trust I shall not live in vain,
I know that we shall meet again
In some divine eternity.