Mistress Of The Night

(Dedicated to True Blood, Vampire Wars , Twilight & all fang bearers...=D)

Strong arms caress your body,
Sharp fangs rip into your throat,
Draining your blood n life,
Lustrous fine beet red coat…
Your vision blurs and fades ,
As blood drains from your earthy being,
You imagine you can barely see ,
The creature lavishly feeding…

Your bloody sire taunts you ,
Before throwing you to the moss,
Holding objects in front testing power,
A mirror, light, a wooden cross...
Your extreme embraces you,
Filling exsanguinated body with blood of the undead,
Ecstasy and sabotaged pain fill you,
And it feels like love, you live…red...

Your stone exterior is thrown away,
Buried six feet underground like urinals,
You starve, your throat fucking burns,
Mutilated, Proscribed. Immortals...
Emerging from the cold grave dirt,
Filthy mud caked in your visions,
You retch, the dark night settles upon you,
Commander of an army of minions...

[The hunger descends upon you, pulling you towards sustenance.
The sun rises, closes your first night, settling into your crypt, you run a tongue over your fangs, you are..................The Mistress of the night…]

-May' 29th' 09