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The Night The Ravishing Vampire Came To Feast

She came with the wind dark as night.
Cried for love, in the bitter dust,
Her sadden pleas brought a strange must;
That solemn moment earth shone bright.
Her aura soaked into us all,
Its pallid taste, poisons so true
Morbid thought as flowers she threw
We saw not the surrounding *pall.

Our brains felt the resounding blast.
From afar, as blacken clouds came,
We knew her touch was not a game;
For this love felt to ever last.
As soft echoes sounded her song,
Winsome breeze enchanted our hearts
In her paradise we belong
Only good vibes did she impart.

Spellbound by her beauty so deep.
Silence thus, could hear a pin drop
Time's spinning hands seemed to just stop,
Each soul cast out a happy weep;
She sang the sweetest melody
Her voice ringing its vibrant tone
Each man felt she loved him alone
Her dark kiss had no remedy.

From blacken sky fell dancing light.
Glowing orbs swaying to and fro,
Then a trumpet began to blow;
On us all came darkest of nights.
Storm appeared, lashing forth red rain,
We saw bloody drops splashing down
She next removed her snow white gown
And we saw her true wicked stain.

We cried out what the hell are you?
That now shows such long vicious teeth,
She said, I come from far beneath;
To sate my lust and drink from you.
Terror entering our swelled veins,
As she from each one took a sip
From bloody necks she took a nip
Her harvest yielding fruitful gains.

As darkness let up she drank fast.
Our bodies chained within her trance,
Around us in glee she did dance;
Surely wanting her feast to last.
Having drank deep our glowing red,
She slowed to our pale hands caress
Declaring this I now confess
Mortals taste better when not dead.

As dawn sent its dimmest new rays.
She announced her tender good-byes,
Bringing back evil stormy skies;
She fled from golden light of day.
Later we woke to day's soft shine
Asking could that nightmare be real
Could a vampire from us so steal
And upon our warm blood so dine?

Robert J. Lindley, 6-30-2020
Narrative, (Dark)- ( Tales Of That Which Remains Hidden )

Note- 6/30/2020
This is a heavily edited version of a dark narrative poem, that I wrote
many years ago. I have finally got around to  editing it.
And daring to present it here, my friends.. As always my dark poems are
composed because of my admiration of the most famous and talented  
Dark poetry master, Edgar Allan Poe. 
God bless.....
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