Children of the Night

Given are we the name of the vampire, creatures of the forbidden, Driven to live forever within the shadows, or die Beneath a wooden steak, through our black hearts of pure evil, But in reality, we are so much more than fictions fantasy tails! Passions blood devils, quenching our thirsts of desire beneath The Flickering lamp light of centuries, the ageless immortals, Entombed within the cryptic blood covenant of the fierce! The children of the night, who bear the mark of the carnivorous beast, Behold our dark father, whom dwells in the blackest pitch of hells Crimson kingdom of death, We are the lunar descendants of legacy's blood brethren, transfusions mutant Disciples of darkness, prime evil chameleons of illusion and deception, Invoking predators, feasting on the exposed under belly of humanities Breasts of the sinful soul. Abominations blasphemers, of the elliptical salvation of the divine, Winged serpents of the devil's spawned, vampiric snakes curling around The throats of mankind, infusing them with our deadly venomous poison! Hooded cobras, existing underneath the veiled silhouette Of the translucent moon, ebony dragons of twilight, flapping against The harvest of the newly born undead! White lilies of fleshes innocence, are lain to rest at the mausoleum of the forsaken, Tender are the leaves of the blackened flowers of the newly pronounced dead, These delicate petals are so cast a sunder by the winds breathe of the demonic moon! Legends beasts of the fields to be feared, the unkempt, and unclean Spiritual wracks hidden until night falls veil descends, but within us Is a living piece of humanity, desiring to love, procreate and spawn, Those of our kind, to invoke others of our species! Beneath the earth is a world of living death, the kingdom of the undead, Given birth by the slaying of the sun, here is our unholy domain of darkness, For we are the cursed and the shunned! My kind seeks the soleus of the shadows, bathing in the cold warmth of The moons chilling air, we so soar beyond the tethers of humanity, Swaying between the shifting clouds of gossamer, into a world of spiritual Uplifting, singing the praises of our dark father, for we are the children of Night off spring of the immortal one, the devil’s own kindred of the blood! Given are we the name of the vampire, creatures of the forbidden, Driven to live forever within the shadows, or die Beneath a wooden steak, through our black hearts of pure evil, But in reality, we are so much more than fictions fantasy tails! BY: CHERYL ANNA DUNN