
Angelique In The Night
You’re driven blindly in a hunt for life, or are you feeling?
Watching, wanting, you see her dancing in the moonlight.
Her glowing eyes cast you a glance, tempting you to join her dance.
Closer you step, you want to dance giving into her eyes.
Those enchanting eyes gaze so pleadingly, stay forever they cry.
You hold her close, but you want more, to feel the caress of her lips.
You rise a new being a creation of Angelique, clan Toreador.
You bow down, a whelp before your sire, radiant Angelique.
Toreador: These Artists are the most Sophisticated of the Kindred.
Little Angels fall, fall to the ground.
Little Angels fall, fall to the ground.
Little Angels fall, fall to the ground.
What Angels are these, who bring such destruction?
No, not Angels of Heaven, nor dead long gone.
Summoned Demon, White Angel of Death.
This Poem is Dedicated To: Snowy Winter Days
Little Demons melt, engulfed by Earth.
Little Demons melt, engulfed by Earth.
Little Demons melt, engulfed by Earth.
Little Demons melt, engulfed by Earth.
A frozen Earth, consumed with death.
An outside power, embraces the dead.
A frozen heart yields to fire, beat again. This Poem is Dedicated To: To Love, and the rebirth of Spring
Death approaches, but what is death?
As time passes away for you, it’s coming for me.
My body, is my paper, my blood, is the ink.
I watch, as my blood tells my story.
But has my body betrayed me?
The crimson tide flows, without pause.
Your sweet kiss, the kiss that has wounded me. This Poem is Dedicated To: Nikki Sixx, Motley Crue
As the dark eyes of the hunter, pierce through the black night.
The shadows slowly bend to hide the stalker.
She steps out of her veil of shadow, surrounded by light.
Inside the walls the heat rises, racing hearts call to the beast.
She glances around the room, at the strong, the handsome...the blind.
Arrogant masses, moving about thinking themselves all powerful...then she sees him.
A challenge, she thinks, watching him stare blankly into a pool of slow death.
Outside in the darkness, his pain not dulled by the poison tonic.
As he crosses the street, looking neither left, nor right, or even up. Shadow falls, the night has awakened.
The shadows kneel, paving the way.
A man? A woman? For the creature to decide.
A cloudless night saturated with stars.
Rises to his challenge, face fear.
Stalker of Flesh, Hunter of Blood.
The Hunter, The Hunted, which is the prey?
The Wanderer closes in, The Face still in shadow.
His challenge is to face fear itself?
For the honor of the kill, he must hold his own.
He waits for the creature to turn.
Shadow engulfs him; he fights to get free.
The Face so horrific, screams, cries, bleeds death.
The strength of your blood forgotten, you loose control.
Your flesh melts at the hands of the artist, forever frozen.
Tzimisce: Flesh crafters, experts of the arcane, and the cruelest of sabbat vampires.
The wind is blowing soft, the dark of the night.
High in the sky, with a soft yellow glow.
Darkness falling, the black night surrounds.
The old moon smiles, glowing in delight.
The shadows awake, alive in the night. Covered by clouds, the light hidden within.
Death, like a shadow was covering the ground.
The moon growing strong determined to shine.
A dark figure approaches, his face all a blank.
You bathe in the light, protected and safe.
“The night you may guide, so order remains.
“Though this may be true, my light’s on this boy.
“A soul? You ask, I am the gather of.
“The devil’s servant is what thou art!
“I work not for the Devil, nor for your God.
“Away with you Darkness! This light shall shine!
But Death with a smile says it wasn’t his time.
The sun glowing warm, you awake to a new day.
“A night now has past, and older you are.
She sees the future, but she can't see the sun.
A stalker in the night the pleasure of your dreams.
The Ballads Inside The Heart of Succubus Anair
The World you don't know, but fear; The Dark World.
A world of unknowns, where what you think isn't, and what you don't know is, and always watching you.
The Kingdom of The Night.
Angels In The Snow
Demons Retreat
The Blood Trail: Bleeding I
The Blood Trail: The Hunt III
Tzmisce
Hungry
Darkness In The Night I
Darkness In The Night II
Darkness In The Night III: Blood on the Moon
Cursed Sight
Dreams
Trail of Dream
Demons
Lightning Games
Blood
Hail The Reaper
Claustrophobia

Angelique In the Night by SuccubusAnair
A twisting trail, a rocky path, the road, or your life?
The road ends, eyes cast ground, how can you escape destiny?
You look to the stars, you see her first, or is she just a dream?
You want her, come closer; she’s radiant in the night.
Your heart pounds, your palms sweat, you don’t want to do without...
Without this dark temptress, she’s Angelique in the night.
Her body rocks, like gentle waves, in a sea of desire.
Her hair shines, flowing as if blown by the wind, a wind you can't feel.
Her delicate hands, caress her body, calling out to touch yours.
Just one dance with her, no harm in that...? Angelique your prize.
The movement takes you; you embrace her in your arms...ecstasy.
The rhythm of night moves you, but all is silent, only her eyes drive you on.
Her delicate hands caress your strength; give in your body screams.
Her body the tide, the moon, you dive into her sea, drowning in passion.
A childlike smile crosses her lips, your world is dying, taste her passion.
Those lips so sweet. You want to...how can any man resist Angelique?
As your lips touch, victory cries as she gives into the tides of love.
Then it strikes you, pain, or is it pleasure in disguise?
The sounds of the night awaken; you hear the music, once hidden from your ears.
Proudly you stand, for you are the prize, night not dead, but alive.
New sites, new sounds, the night is yours...but you belong to her.
The sustenance, which once gave you life, now drips from her lips.
So sweet those lips, as a hunger unknown takes over your body.
The sustenance of others will keep you strong, eternity, Angelique.
Part I Angels In The Snow by SuccubusAnair
White crystals of love, cover all.
You bathe yourself in the purity of white.
Bathe yourself, on this silent night.
Cast rainbows amongst your windshield.
Entranced by the glow of comfort.
You go astray, a tree ahead; a life is lost.
The snow so thick, untouched, and alive.
A mountain of white, you buried within.
Another life lost, as Angels descend.
Are these souls of those who now, are dead?
Are they not falling, but rising to heaven?
Cast from their graves of earth by cold to the sky?
Demons of the Night, who seek death for all.
Whose freezing hearts chill their very breath.
Freezing the rain, slow death to the world.
Oh Freezing Taker...who will be next?

Angels in the Snow Part II: Demons Retreat by SuccubusAnair
Black clouds form in the sky, the rain falls.
Coming down, in sheets upon the world.
The snow gives, beaten away by the force.
Lightning burns through the night in a blaze.
Cuts through the sky, life a knife.
The Earth scared, whipped, again and again.
Slowly, seep into the hard, frozen Earth
The Demons power driven away.
The warm rain consumed, neutering all.
The purity released the hidden run free.
The love, shared by rain, caresses the world.
The ground full of love, brings new life to all.
Powerless to fight, against the evil.
Demons will satisfied as pain spreads.
A loveless world, a world without life.
Reviving life, not dead, but trapped in ice.
Buried deep within, frozen by time.
Hate replaced by love, spreads to all.
For the eternal flame consumes all, behold love.

The Blood Trail I: Bleeding by SuccubusAnair
The fatal wound that has sealed my fate?
No, I bleed not for death, but life.
The life that sustains me, is sending me away.
I watch, oozing, seeping, the bittersweet life.
Life is leaving me, but for who, why?
For all, to read of the life that I, have endured.
And life, sweet life, you are the pen.
You have marked into me, the tale of my life.
The tale, that now my blood has shaded in.
Moving across past scars, embedded in my skin.
My heart still beats, moving the blood on.
Relinquishing my skin, dry from years of hard work.
Is the very heart that pulses life through me?
Now forcing the life out, over the lines?
An unwritten tale, now down for all to read?
A deep pool now rests, in my palm, dark life.
Blood is life, this pool a pool of eternity.
Drink, let my life give you strength.
I thank you, for I am not dying, but living.
Without my blood, now spilt my words would be forever hidden.
Carry me with you always, in you I shall live on.

The Blood Trail III: The Hunt by SuccubusAnair
The yellow moon casts an eerie glow to all...shadows.
But to these eyes, the night is brighter than day.
An ancient power...a hunger, driven by the beast within.
The shapely curves of her body, the body of shadow.
Veiled in shadow, she is invisible to the night blind.
Until they taste her kiss, a kiss of hidden death.
The music pounding steadily, like a heartbeat, calling to blood.
The tender flesh beyond, ready to yield to her kiss.
The sweetest fruit, full and ripe for the picking, hunger calls.
But to this living corpse, heart frozen by death, the air is all the same.
The only thing that warms this creature’s heart, is the passion, of the kill.
The two bodies, joined together as one, locked in a sacred kiss.
Dancing around women like a force field, unaware of the closeness, of death.
If this hunger desired, the very shadows that danced mockingly along.
Would strike its owner, choking them on the very essence of the night.
Pathetic looking, sitting alone, twice blind in an already blind world.
A hard worker, evident by his body, strong, handsome, but the life...?
The life missing, as if stolen from his heart, shows in his eyes.
She crosses the room eyes, locked on her prey he looks up.
His eyes, locked on hers, his pain hits her like the sun.
Burning deep into the core of her emotionless heart...he walks away.
The sufferer lags on. He knows she follows; yet he doesn't know why.
The streetlight flickers above him, showing sings of death, like him.
But the light fights to survive, as he...has given up.
Something pulls him back; a car blows by, as he is face, to face, with her.
Why can’t it end his heart cries, looking at the beauty before him...so much like what he lost?
He feels her lips against his tender flesh. The streetlight goes out.

Tzmisce by SuccubusAnair
A creature rises older than the spoken word.
For this creature of night...a face.
This crafter of flesh, master of disguise.
A lone wanderer, strong in heart.
But what he seeks, is The Face of Fear.
Commander of Shadows, invisible.
Both predators of the night. Survival.
The kill so close, so easy...a pause.
The wanderer must “see” The Face, to destroy it.
For the glory of his mater, his blood must be shown.
But his time does not come...
The Face turns, The Wanderer screams.
But the crafted flesh of an artist’s delicate hand, wails beauty.
Fear takes you, you falter, hunter now victim.
The Face of Fear now...your own.

Hungry
By SuccubusAnair
The taste...lingering against your tongue.
The hunger grabs you, you lust.
The blood flows, and your hunger grows.
Pulsing, throbbing, the blood pushes on.
Teasing your senses, your mind blank.
The crimson fills your eyes, the heat rises.
You grab, you reach, the blood won’t ease.
The hunger makes you go on, to feed.
Running from death...so hungry.
Love sweet love, satisfy my hunger.
Without you, I suffer, I weep, I die.
Life with you, love, is no life at all.
Love, the calling, the hunger.
It fights against every will over your body.
But its the sweet nourishment, your body can’t do without.

Darkness In The Night I by SuccubusAnair
A howling...the wind? Drapes you in fright.
But on you walk, with a quickened step.
A chilling wind against your neck.
The old moon watches what goes on below.
He lights your path where you should stay.
Rising each night, after the day.
Shadows, slowly engulf the ground.
Stalking its prey, waiting for the right time.
Ready to pounce, when the light doesn't shine.
“I, will protect him from the mystery of night.”
But as he looks on, his stalker attacks.
Engulfed by clouds, the night turns sackcloth black.
Silently stalking you, consuming the light.
The path you should stay, now long gone.
As the midnight hours howl their song.
Blinded by hate, the blackest of sin.
The light hidden within, but still not gone.
Trying to break through, so you will go on.
Silently consuming all, striking without sound.
Tall shapes around you, cast shadows below.
Will it cast over you? Only Death knows.
“I am the keeper of night, and that boy is mine!”
The light breaks free, as the dark stalker nears.
Giving light to the black, burning away your fears.
With one look into his eyes, your heart sank.
You run for the light, and stand in all of its glory.
Basking in the warmth...end of story?

Darkness In The Night II by SuccubusAnair
The moon looks at Death, “Keep your place.”
“The night is my kingdom, you do not rule.
If you think you will defeat me, you Death, are a fool.”
But rule, you do not with your yellow flame.
Where you do not shine, the night, runs free.
Where you do not shine, is ‘my’ territory.”
He has so much to live for, unseen joy.
Why do you want him so young, have you no soul?
If you rip him from this world, you’ll pay a toll.
His place is with me, below or above.
Yee all shall be judged, yes even you.
A day will end, and they’ll be a night without you.”
Destroyer of love, the breaker of hearts!
I will continue to rise, night after night!
I get my strength from eternal light!”
I gather the souls, when I am called.
My job is not to judge, only to collect.
Whether Heaven or Hell, I get the check.”
I work not for a price, but because the night, is mine.
Go now devil, away from this night.
My child near dead, due to fright”
“When his time comes, oh...he will be mine.
I was only curious, about the future untold.
Be it a night or years, I promise...he’ll grow old.
It was only a dream, as you shake the image away.
As you go to arise, a dark shadow envelops you.
He stands, and points a bony finger; “I've come for you.”
The world is the sky, and it’s losing a star.
I gave you another day, to see the sunshine.
Follow me, my child...you are now mine.”
Darkness in the Night III: Blood On the Moon
By SuccubusAnair
Blood, blood on the moon. Death is coming.
Where will life be spilt? Death is coming tonight.
Anxious to claim, claim his victims.
Blood, blood on the moon. He’s armed and anxious.
His sword unsheathed, ready to strike.
To steal your life, and deliver your soul.
Are your ready? Ready to be put in your place?
Will you be delivered to the burning pits of hell?
Or will the pearly gates open, and welcome you.
Blood, blood on the moon. Closer he comes.
The Dark Night is coming for someone.
Riding his black steed, he will claim his quota.
Claim the souls of those whose time has come.
Yet he rides every night, and day even...?
Why is this star filled night different?
Because tonight is the eve, of the gathering.
Blood, blood on the moon. It drips pain.
His sword so viciously claims lives.
The blood that is spilt, and sprayed, now drips.
Drips from the moon back to the earth it was taken from.
He is on the rampage the wind, so fierce...the remnants of his sword.
Every blow of his sword mockingly sprays blood across the face of the moon.
The protector of the night, now the symbol that death has come.
He has claimed many this night, protect me.
I slow down, I cannot run anymore.
It is foolish to hide from death, the inevitable.
I fall to my knees, I weep. So afraid am I, but why?
Do I feel he will deliver me to a bad place?
Am I so unsure of myself that I feel I belong there?
I have not spied his list; does he even ride for me?
I glance up, to look to the moon through my tears.
But all I see are the heals, of The Dark Night.
He stands before me, his great sword...Sheathed?
Why has death confronted me, yet not prepared to strike?
Has his hunger been satisfied, and he seeks no more?
Will the blood, be burned away with the rising of the sun?
Will this night of death simply, be forgotten?
Then I look into the eyes of The Dark Night.
Look into the eyes of this claimer of souls, and remember.
He...has already taken my life.
My soul...in fear ran, but he has found me.
I go now, to my place in the un-life.
And I leave this world I offer my goodbye.
Do not fear that which must be.
Life is but a vacation. Death is coming home.
Cursed Sight by SuccubusAnair
Reality spat in her eyes, cursed with the gift of sight.
Beaten down by the weight she tried to make it all go away.
She gave up her sight and prayed her visions would leave as well.
Reality mocked her efforts, as the visions got stronger.
Taunted her in her wake, and more so in her dreams.
She saw the Hellish Nightmares of the real world.
A sight no one should ever see.
She tries to do right, to correct all the wrongs her visions have shown her.
So much pain in this world, it all rests on her shoulders.
She sleeps now as others evil deeds wrack her brain.
Babies crying in the night for their mothers.
Mothers who are too high to notice there Childs screams.
And fulfill their lone desire for love.
If only she could make it all better she cries in her sleep.
The sunrises the world is alive, anxious to embrace the glory of a new day.
But she...is forever trapped in the darkness.

Dreams by SuccubusAnair
They lust for me, submit to my desire, offer their vitae to my hunger.
Welcome me to Enter Their Dreams, beg me to feed off them.
They want to be the one to satisfy my hunger.
To feel my dark kiss, only to wake up, and question its existence.
I tempt their hearts, and feed off their passion.
Yet it I am the one who feels so weak...?
Have I feed too much that the means out weigh the gains?
Are the efforts I put in to please them to great?
That their vitae however potent cannot account for the energy I lost
Or...do they feed off of me? Am I but a victim.
A slave to my hunger, and my own passion to give pleasure?
Have I Succubus Angelique become the victim...of an Incubus?
A deep wound slashed across my heart, will it ever heal?
To feed of the vitae of others is my calling.
My existence, yet the wound only gets deeper.
The Blood of an Angel of Death has been spilt.
As the snow begins to fall, I lie bleeding.
But my pain hidden by the Angels that Descend upon me. So weak.
A dark figure approaches me. So Incubus you have come to face me alas.
Now that I am slain. Take my vitae, you stole my life long ago.
He kneels down and cradles me in his arms
I do not fear death as his lips touch mine.
His hungry kiss for my life burns through my body.
A feeling I long forgot. My wound so deep now healed.
As I behold the Eyes of an Angel of Love.
Trail of Dream
By SuccubusAnair
Surrounded by darkness, I run through the trees.
The mystical nighttime of my dream parts its way for me.
Footsteps pound against the foundation of dream.
But these footsteps are not my own, I am the hunted.
Blindly running through the hidden trail my dream makes for me.
The footsteps get closer, my heart pounds from exhaustion.
But I push myself forward, unrelenting to what lies behind me.
I know not where this path is taking me but I cannot turn back.
With every turn of the trail my predator gets closer.
I hear his panting breath, hungry for me.
More afraid of that which lies behind me, than the path that waits me.
I glance over my shoulder, but I see nothing.
Yet his hungry pants of the chase are so close, a whisper in my ear.
Turning back towards the unfolding forest of darkness.
A great tree looms ahead, no more turns, or side paths only the tree.
Will I finally escape my hunter? Or is this tree the end?
Racing toward the tree the shadows catch me first.
The Darkness blinds me, but I do not stop, so close to my salvation.
I am blind to the figure awaiting me in the shadows.
He steps from his veil of darkness, as if parting a curtain.
He opens his arms, and his shadow looms over me greater than that of the tree.
I try to stop, only to fall into his awaiting arms.
My legs give out, all energy has left my body.
I listen in fear for the sounds of my predator.
And I chance another fearful look behind me.
Nothing, even the trail of my torment has vanished.
All that lies behind me is an empty black void, of Dream.
Puzzled, I wonder was it this nothingness that I fled from?
As I ponder my escape, his hand reaches up, and he turns my face to his.
A shadow still covers his face concealing his identity like a mask.
Then he leans down, I feel his breath on my face and he kisses me.
I feel the caress of his warm lips and tongue.
His arms wrapped around me never wandering to crudely feel me up.
Only pulling me closer as I loose myself in this perfect kiss.
The world of my dream fades further into the abyss.
All that is left is t his shadow kisser, and the tree.
Morning: Shaken back into reality I lay in bed contemplating my dream.
His kiss still wet upon my lips.
I lift myself up to greet the sun.
And brave the Path "I" choose to take.
"Do not fear what's behind you. Embrace the path you make for yourself. For when you reach the end, you'll see you had nothing to fear." The Words of Succubus Angelique/Anair
Demons
By SuccubusAnair
Demons
Ruby droplets run down evil grins
In shadows of your nightmares
When your mind is condemned to dreams
To seduce you into twilight
Lightning Games
By SuccubusAnair
Lightning Plays tag across the night
Whipping the scarred earth with its gamev
Under cartoon covers children cry
Praying for darkness to stay.
Blood
By SuccubusAnair
Blood
potent, savory
flow, throb, clot
carry me to tomorrow
Life
Hail the Reaper
By SuccubusAnair
Stalking the earth searching for his quota.
His bloody rapier whispers through the night.
Smog bellows from his black steeds nostrils the poison of the earth.
Neither dead nor alive he is darkness.
Shadowing your light like a black hole engulfing the sun.
Tonight he rides for you, hail the reaper.
Claustrophobia
By SuccubusAnair
Stranded in a cage, forced to enjoy the comforts of home.
Locked inside my mind, forced to feel security at home.
I bang my head against the walls, I don’t want to be alone.
Fear creeps up my spine as four purple walls tower over me.
Fear creeps up my spine as four purple walls swiftly close in on me.
Banging against the doors I’m trapped, lock without a key.
Maggots eat my rotting corpse “She died the other day.”
Maggots eat my rotting corpse “We mourned her the other day.”
I watch them morn me from above, in the bliss of heaven I pray.
I awake in a cold sweat, was it all just a dream?
I awake in a cold sweet I know its not a dream.
Day, night, not so far apart why must mommy be so mean.
Take me away from this place I don’t want to stay.
Take me away from this place I’ll die if I stay.
Keep me by your side forever my love will never stray.
The Songs Of A Succubus's Heart
You have Entered The Dream, and have peeked behind the curtain and beheld the unknown of The Black Window. Now hear the The Ballads of love and heartbreak, the cries of a demon, the whispers of an Angel. And read the words of Succubus Anair.
The Continuing, The World Your Eyes Neglect, But Your Mind Always Knew Existed
The Lost Words of Succubus Anair
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