Vampyress
Your dark clarion call
of need, in your fruitless search
to find your equal but opposite
force in the paucity of a human
vessel, touches me, Count...
And so, by your desire I am re-awakened...
To stir hungrily in my jetted shroud and mantle...
Fingering the garnets circling my slim ivory throat
in agitated, ravenous anticipation...
Re-animated to give you what you need...
Not blood sacrifice...Victims abound in the darkness...
A tasteless repast that slakes not satiates your thirst...
Nothing more, nothing less...Nothing more...
I invite you not to me...But, I listen...
I hear...And I stir in the nascence
that I am and be...And I rise,
pitying your fruitless search
for that which cannot be...
The filling of your appetite,
but not your empty heart,
by the ingestion of the blood
of a human consort...
I gave up on drinking
human trash long ago, Count...
Learned to sleep between the sounds
of a skilled bat knifing through night skies...
My blood congealed then stiffened to dust in my veins...
But, I heard you, this eventide, Count Vampyre...
And your call has awakend the thirst in me...
As I arise, to flit the skies, in search of the scent
of your human fatted vampiracal blood...
For I feast on nothing but the best...
And you, darling Count, smell like dinner,
fine wine and chocolate for dessert, to me...
No hypnotized human victim am I...
I shall make of you first, my first meal in a thousand years...
For I am your equal but opposite force, a vampyress...
Rightfully titled or not, oft called Impress of Darkness...
Look out, Count...I'm right behind you...
Nay, right above the sweet spot...
This won't hurt a bit, sweet...
You won't feel a thing...
As you find your heart
isn't as empty as you thought...
Whilst your elitist vampyrical blood I drain...
But, I'll naught drain you to the last drop
as one would a draught...Nay, nay...
I give what I receive...And oncet
I draw you closer to death,
than you've been in a millenium...
I shall offer this blood to you...
That which shall not only slake your thirst...
But, satiate you to the point of stellar stillness...
As you drift on an inner tide of your own blood,
commingled with the ancient effluviance of mine...
Your dark clarion call
of need, in your fruitless search
to find your equal but opposite
force in the paucity of a human
vessel, touches me, Count...
And so, by your desire I am re-awakened...
To stir hungrily in my jetted shroud and mantle...
Fingering the garnets circling my slim ivory throat
in agitated, ravenous anticipation...
~Sabrina.
*ggglgggl*
thanks RRW and DG for helping
to tease out and release
the bats in my belfry...
now, i really am outta of here
and off to the land of nodz...
nightienight, sweet pretties...*t-he*