Darkness falls softly A shroud to obscure and disguise The binding tomb of day. This time of nature’s distortion is ours. We revel in the shadows, Their beauty, translucent and fragile, Caresses the skin with its silken hands. Devoid of colour, We dissolve into this dark canvas. We can feel the beat Of the untamed hearts That lose all restraint at nightfall. In the tribal rhythm our bodies undulate, Merge, skin on skin. The moon is burning ice that fuels Our lust of the blood. Are we two those figures of myth and legend, The creatures of night and macabre? Our desire is indeed immortal, Ageless in its power and violent in its need, An insatiable appetite for flesh Quelled only by our own heat. We have no need for the captivity of life – Together, we create a higher plateau. Daylight brings the sighs of longing, A need once again for the dark that Allows us to live.
Reason for writing:
Well, I entered a competition that required the poem to have the theme of a myth or simply the word myth in it. The poem is in essence a love story, or more aptly, a lust story, based on a previous relationship. I was inspired by the thought of blood lust, which made me introduce the vampire theme. I found the idea of two immortals forever in love appealing - yes, I am a sad sad girl. Comments and constructive criticism VERY welcome!
Birth sign: Capricorn
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