Chalice of the Night
She visits me in the darkness of night;
a soulless winged creature of vampire lore.
A shadowless shadow that shuns the light;
she softly scratches at my bedroom door.
With my heart pounding, I opened the door;
rapturously under her ghoulish trance.
And after we kissed, I craved something more,
as we swirled in the throws of our blood dance.
And we waltzed to the very edge of time;
drinking deep from the chalice of the night.
Slightly nervous, my anxieties climb,
for every vampire's kiss starts with a bite.
Yet, as befitting creatures of the night,
our silhouettes morph into bats in flight.
Copyright © Emile Pinet | Year Posted 2022
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