Vampires' Moon
A vampires’ moon draws me,
absent interiors, into its drunken, gloomy light.
Into violent actions under cool, soft leaves
whispering on the wind in wispy shadows sight.
An anchored timeless engagement to the underworld
would spore voracious, vile temperaments of evil.
Frightening and unquenchable, never to be suppressed,
seeking to destroy, taking flight in your bloody drink undressed.
Falls against me with intoxicated, hazy, sullen gaze, the prey.
The wrath that dwells beneath, words can’t replay.
Eyes search to make the faint, beauty glimmer once more.
Whilst the drain of life, gleans a grim smile from my lips.
Dawn approaches, disappear I must now,
soaked in salty, lucid, bloody lust.
Lay tranquil, sleep, dear sweet, swiftly savored jewel,
as your corpse is taken into dust.
-M. Jacobs
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