I read recently that vampires really do exist. I don't know but they do for sure in my imagination that has translated into this page. Read on if you will and if you don't..you will miss a very beautiful rendering..
- A Beautiful Vision
- The Form of the Vampyr
- And Now...
- Far Memories
- The Vampire by Lord Lytton...written in 1858
A Beautiful Vision
She is a creature of the night
Her white teeth sharp like fangs
Poised they are to enter deep
The jugular
Veins filled with brightening blood
The plasma of all living life
She stands there beauty unbelievable to view
Her auburn locks o'er shoulders flow
Her bosom white as snow
So rounded in her form
So beautiful to behold
Her white teeth sharp like fangs
Poised they are to enter deep
The jugular
Veins filled with brightening blood
The plasma of all living life
She stands there beauty unbelievable to view
Her auburn locks o'er shoulders flow
Her bosom white as snow
So rounded in her form
So beautiful to behold
The Form of the Vampyr
Yet a vampyr she doth be
Her eyes are glittering red
Filled with the blood of mortals
On whom she once had fed
Her finger nails long, sharp as razors
Can tear a man to shreds
A strange elusive fragrance around her hovers
A perfume steeped in gore
Its haunting aroma tells of many
Whose bodies are no more
Her eyes are glittering red
Filled with the blood of mortals
On whom she once had fed
Her finger nails long, sharp as razors
Can tear a man to shreds
A strange elusive fragrance around her hovers
A perfume steeped in gore
Its haunting aroma tells of many
Whose bodies are no more
And Now...
She learned so very long ago
To trust not the wandering eye
She lost her faith in living man
And turned instead to know
Creatures of the night
They taught her how to bite the neck
Incisors she did grow
She drank the blood of human kind
And lived on the unholy essence of others such as she
She knew no other way
That had been lost when love turned to hatred
To trust not the wandering eye
She lost her faith in living man
And turned instead to know
Creatures of the night
They taught her how to bite the neck
Incisors she did grow
She drank the blood of human kind
And lived on the unholy essence of others such as she
She knew no other way
That had been lost when love turned to hatred
Far Memories
Memories return to fill her mind
Strange shapes they take
With sounds all of their own
A high pitched scream
The dulling thud of heart beats
Ending their sojourn
In bodies dying and dead
Life taken from them by she
Strange shapes they take
With sounds all of their own
A high pitched scream
The dulling thud of heart beats
Ending their sojourn
In bodies dying and dead
Life taken from them by she
