Desire

This was the first dark poem I wrote, almost thirty years ago. Inspired by my love of Gothic horror and vampires.

~Desire~

Light, extinguished 

By the stagnant gloom of dark desire.

Thirst, like pain in the hearts of the cursed;

Tearing every glimmer of humanity.

Thirst driven like a blade,

 A desperate need;

Intensifying

 Till it breaches the border of insanity.

No mercy, 

As those who crave, feed upon the light,

Absorb it till there is only the echo of its 

Memory.

Torture:

To be lost in uncontrollable need;

In the hypnotic beat of waiting hearts;

The alluring scent of mortal blood.

Sweet warmth

Drawn into ravenous mouths.

Submission –

Frenzy in the yearning soul.

Pleasure like a tide

To fill the cold and the heartless;

Ecstasy at the sweet, fragrant taste of human life.

Hunger devours every wisp of mortality;

Corrupting innocence.

Consuming purity.

Vacuous.

Beauty drained by the night,

By the stark, cold face of the moon.

All love lost to the chill of

 Unending darkness.

~

Awash

~AWASH~

She haunts these shores:

Beautiful as the sunset,

Dangerous as the ocean waves.

Her disparaging voice echoes like the call of the gulls

Swept on coastal winds.

She drifts

Pale and transparent as shallow brine.

Spume is the lace of her gown.

Black weed tangles in the locks

Of once golden hair.

Her breath is silt.

Eyes as deceiving as the undertow,

Dark and chilling as the deep.

Hypnotic.

Imploring.

Things move there:

A swirl of memories

- Of life

Of love…

But do not look

For she craves company

~