Poems About Vampires & Werewolves©

Written by American Author Sky Taylor

Dark Rendezvous With a Vampire

Dark Rendezvous is a gothic poem about a vampire on a quest for his perfect mate. What's the old saying? Oh yes, "Some days are diamonds and some days are headstones…."

The cape, entranced, a bite of romance outside the walls with bludgeoned halls, night heralds the glen.

Its legions of victims from the village knitted below the ridge quell with the life force necessary for the course of continuing hereafter.

Echoes of laughter rise from below;  mortal men do bestow.  

But soon they will weep, tho' I will wait until they sleep before I take flight through the moonlit night to claim my chosen mate.

Through the chasm of the village gate beyond the bluffs and crags and past derelicts decked in rags up into a window loft will go this gypsy moth to a maiden fair who lies sleeping under moon ray.  

The exposed teasing flesh of her linear throat meshed in the moonlight  is only a highlight, denoting the perfection of my to-be beloved one.

For what seems to be hours it is I now subdued by her powers as I survey this perfect fleshen sculpture, pillowed in her human den, warm, soft, radiant, hand without a ring - mine, and only mine for the taking.  

Her coven sleeps within these walls, my presence unknown to all that lay locked in silly dreams.  

Thus so, it should now seem that the flawless wench beneath me could be easily taken to see an endless night of secret things, a romance surpassing human beings'.  

I bend to touch skin so warm, that familiar hunger suddenly born, a surge, racing through my hull - first hitting heartless breast, then anchoring in my skull.   

Instinct wanes and with one deft movement she stirs beneath the piercing force, her scent mingling with mine as I draw her life into me. 

Slowly she entwines her hands like a lei around my neck, caressing, encouraging, welcoming me.  I pull back, view her, then lean again into her, giving her back more than the life for I had taken an everlasting dream less the strife of mortals.    

Hand in hand we take flight through flapping curtains outlining shadows of the night, out of the village, past the ridge to the tower silhouetted against a moonlit sky where me and my requited love will dance a dance of endless romance.

The Lost Light, a Vampire Poem

Written by American Author Sky Taylor

Beyond the gates and castle walls
Behind the quaint and hidden halls
Thru secret passages leading down
To amber earth below, underground.

Embedded deep within the earth
In these chambers I will lurk
Until time is right for prey
Command them to obey.

To reach the perfect equinox
Sun, that bright shimmering rock
It's breast lies hidden forevermore
Freedom encrusted in mock folklore.

These halls of black, proven destiny
For a vampire, eternal death it shall be
For in life, I have borne death
My soul taken, one swift breath.

A hull I am, locked in time
Eternal death - not divine
No rest, just the hunt for fresh blood
Turn back the clock, I wish I could...

 

The Vampire Poem

Written by Sky Taylor

When the dusk shall meet with early dawn,
And the moon passes over with a gentle yawn,

I'll be waiting on the other side,

On a blade of moonlight, there I'll glide.

So slumber while you can in peace,
For tonight, shadows of sleep shall cease,

When I beckon your presence to my lair,

I am night, and you - my vampire....

 

Six Pack Wolf Pack

An Original Werewolf Poem by Sky Taylor

Six wolves make a pack,
Unwilling victims they do not lack.

Over the meadow and through the woods,
Grandma's house is sure lookin' good.

Wolf 1 went in, to sack the old bag,
Came out lookin' like a dirty dish rag.

Wolf 2 boasts that he'll get granny,
Comes out howling with a red hot fanny.

Wolf 3 decides he'll use his charm,
Exits granny's house with a broken arm.

Wolf 4 just plays it cool,
But granny shows him a new set of rules.

Wolf 5 pants and goes on a rant,
But eat up granny, he can't.

Wolf 6 just gnaws on grandma's gates,
When the full moon rises, he'll make her his mate.

 

Shadows of the Gate

A Vampire Poem by Sky Taylor

Amid the shadows of the hill,
A vampire stood watch over his kill,

An unassuming young lad, handsome - so strong,

Who would draw his last breath before the new dawn.

The time now perfect, as the vampire sliced the sky,
The young lad never knowing that he would soon die,

Swooping down swiftly, the vampire landed quite hard,

On the wooden stake the young lad pulled up from the yard.

 

Legend of the Shipwrecked Ghosts

A Vampire Poem by Sky Taylor

Silhouettes outlined in the bright moon glow,
Echoing eerie voices through the misted valley below,

Crosses encircling their slender cold necks,

Apparitions from the marooned shipwreck.

Floating thru the icy curtain of the early dawn,
Faint, shimmering faces  - shadowy and wan,

Seeking their captain thru the dawning light,

For legend dictates their everlasting plight.

 

Feeding Time

A Vampire Poem by Sky Taylor

Town cloaked in darkness, way past midnight
Hidden by the shadows, the vampire took flight

Thru the misted fog, the barren streets of town

Searching for prey so his great thirst he could drown

In a river of warm red, the only form of life he could feel
For he was but a hull, something dead - not real

He spied a woman in black, her neck adorned with a cross

Shielding hollow eyes with his cape, he flew from this albatross

An old peddler was busy putting away his wares
The vampire flew on after spying stakes -  He did not dare

Satisfy his needs for the risks were too great

So onward he searched, the night growing late

As Time revolved from dark to first light
The vampire unsated, not one lousy bite

The night had been fruitless, greatly lacking in red

But so oft is the case for the undead.

 

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