Rocking Friday

I’m having a night off tonight, I am,

It’s been a long week at chalk face,

Cabernet Sauvignon’s ready to pour

And there’s a movie I’ll watch for his grace…

Not really a fan of blood and of gore,

Hallowe’en’s just really for weans,

But I’ll risk some vampires and hunters as well

For his eyes and a dose from his veins.

Van Helsing is playing tonight on the screen,

Well, really, it’s Hugh that I covet,

But at a pinch, I’ll put up with the blood,

Suck it up and hope that I love it.

I rarely do movies it has to be said,

Not much a fan of the box,

But with glass held in hand and feet on the couch,

I’ll suffer ‘cos Hugh Jackman rocks. 😉

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Abandoned

trailing fingertips,

teeth teasing gently at neck,

eyes closed, abandoned


lovers lost to lust,

reckless tumult in darkness,

thrum beat, abandoned


blood drawn, swift flowing,

passing nights to longer days,

flown off, abandoned.

Valkyries, Vampires And Victims Of Vile Visions

Lay down, warriors, to demi-gods,

you are chosen.

Let virgins feed

all needs 

with meal and mead.

Valkyrie tapestry

depicts your future

while vampires

curse and urge

desire to bleed.

Victims of their visions,

you are welcome

in Valhalla’s halls

for dying

in the field.

Vile mastery,

treachery to living.

Lay down, now,

die,

display you yield.

Without Visage

reflections on an inner world

silvered glass without visage

slithers cut to piercing

dipped in crimson’d life

oceans of the stuff

congealing around our feet

sticky red tar

leaving a fading trail

as we walk away

in many directions

The Rose

thorny rose

Seek the flower not the thorn;

Therein lies sweetest nectar.

Sharpest points protect the self.

Who else will be protector?

Dismiss the gore that razor pierces,

Blood merely proves thy worth.

Look deeply to the core of flower,

Where manna, taste thereof.

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Endless Night

‘Sleep,’ he strokes,

And satin cloak

Slides

Softly on my skin.

‘Deep,’ he moans,

‘Deep sleep,’ intones.

Drifting out and in,

Of slumber

Where, no nightmares

Dwell,

But teeth

Nip hard

And pierce

And tell

Of wanton kiss

Revoking life,

Mesmerised

By sharpened knife of

Incisors’ bitten bond.

‘Awake, my love,’

And shake the dream

From eyes

Of scarlet hue.

‘Come, my self,

Come fly with me,

Where others

Are awaiting you.’

Arise and weep,

An endless sleep,

Haunting still

The night.

Twin piercings

Shy from

Others’ eye,

Shunning morning’s light.

A twilight world

Of bloodied

Gasp,

Pallid hands,

A virginal clasp,

Flash of

Red tipped white.

Oliana, I hope you sleep tonight. http://tracesofthesoul.wordpress.com/2013/08/26/dawn-has-passed/

Simon, other reasons for red eyes. http://isimonfiction.wordpress.com/

 

Of Blood And Breath And Life

Forbid me not to stay so close,

My breath flows through your being,

Distance, strains my life

And, sanguinity, my reason.

Bloodless letting tests and strengthens

Faculties diminished,

Surveys requirements and gives,

Fortitude unrelinquished.

Too many darkened days and nights

When hope seeks to escape,

The blood of earth and heaven lend

A cloak with which to drape

Upon the head and all around,

Sheltering mad and sane,

Clothe in comfort and in trust,

Let life live again.

Portents point to compass north,

Or other near direction,

Conjoined bonding, blood and breath

Pulmonary venous action.