Sheltered in shadows till light disappeared,
Urged into night with a screech,
Hung by my feet till wings found release,
Shackled by lack of sight, leeched
Into the gloaming, soft darknes held dear,
Strident but silent my speech,
Seeking an echo to steer my path clear,
All vision just out of my reach.
Flitted and flirted with posturing objects,
Clamoured in darkness with sound,
Wilderness wild in every aspect,
Not a whisper of you to be found,
Back to my haven, my roost for the day,
Hoisted by end to my flight,
Each night that encroaches I have my say,
Hidden but hellbent on fight.
Bats in the belfry, bats in the barn,
Bats that seek out your source,
Pipistrelles, vampires, creatures with fangs,
Bloodthirsty for want of discourse.
I’ve tasted your scent and it soars my desire,
Nothing but you will suffice,
Starved I will be till I find you again,
Ambition cannot think twice.
Waiting in wings, in towers, your roof,
Scratching till day turns to night,
Champing at bit till one found aloof,
Neck raised to the stars, what a sight!
Bounty is mine when wings find their tips,
When fangs in my face thirst, it’s true,
Seeping through blackness, I’m whetting my lips
Lusting for sacrifice. You.
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