OUR ETERNAL NIGHT
I see the part of you that you want others not to know
The dark and secret part you are afraid to ever show
You fear that they would judge you if they knew of your desire
But you have passion buried deep to which they can’t aspire
The centuries have taught me much, at times a cold, harsh tutor
And led me here to you this night, no ordinary suitor
You’ve cried out in the night for me, but never knew my name
No matter, for it’s destiny…I heard you just the same
You tremble as you wait for me and know I will appear
Waiting for my sweet, dark kiss, strong arms to hold you near
Forget the world that you once knew and all that’s gone before
This night is ours and when it ends, we’re one forevermore.
To many I’m a fearful thing, foul creature of the night
But as I pull you close to me, you have no need for fright
I cannot deny what I am or things I’ve had to do
But wrapped inside your warm embrace, I know my fate is you
The time has come for us to be as one and never part
These words come not just from my lips, but deep within my heart.
THIS IS A GREAT DARK WRITE LOVE IT SOUNDS LIKE A LOVE STORY TOO LOVE AND HUGS INKY
This is very good, I love it. Here’s something from a vampire story I wrote. By the way, thanks for the invite.
I believe we are all taught to think in a box. We never really have
serious thoughts that are out of the box. Really thinking that vampires
exist is thinking out of the box. A hippie witch is always having out of
the box thoughts. If a hippie witch decided to prove that vampires exist,
this is what would happen.
First off she would become single minded with the purpose to prove at
least to herself that vampires exist. As she gets consumed by this
thought the people in her life who only have in the box thoughts start to
fade from her awareness. If she is at school her grades will suffer until
she has to leave school. At home her parents will try to get her
psychological help and maybe some kind of drug to get her mind thinking
back in the box. But nothing seems to stop her single minded purpose.
She has to leave home and finds a job at Mickey D’s flipping hamburgers
and still gets rejected by the in the box thinking people around her.
Then she finds herself on the side of the road some rainy night wondering
why she is feeling so much pain when a car stops and the driver asks her
if she wants a ride. She says no because there’s no place to go, all the
places are the same.
“Then come for a ride and dry off a little,” replies the driver, who is
very handsome and seems to have the obvious intention on his mind. But at
this point it doesn’t matter to the hippie witch and she gets in the car.
They go to his apartment and she gets out of her wet cloths and is
wearing only his bathrobe when they start to make love.
Then suddenly he is biting into her neck and drawing blood out of her
body. As he drains more and more blood out of her, the angel of death
starts to appear in her minds’ eye and the pain of being alive starts to
fade as the angel of death comes to take her away.
Meanwhile back in the mind of the vampire, he too sees the angel of death
but to him she is not beautiful. He starts to feel all the fear and pain
he’s inflicted on others in his life as a vampire and is not ready to
embrace her at this moment and so stops his feeding and rolls off of
hippie witch in an attempt to stop his mental torment.
Hippie witch now realizes that the angel of death is going to leave
without her and maybe getting laid, even with a vampire, may not be such
a bad idea after all. Maybe he could learn to see her as a lover rather
than somebody to feed off of. It seems like the same problem she’s always
had with men who weren’t even vampires.