The Gathering

The darkness of night it beckons me, it taunts me in my dreams with memories of yesterday, and thoughts of what could have been. The darkness of night it beckons me, around shadowless corners it lurks. The eyes of it they watch me, they track my every move. The darkness of night it beckons me, to follow moonlit shadows tonight, to the tomb of the blood stained vampire of love into the darkest time of night. The darkness of night it beckons me, to watch as the warm red syrup flows, as a rippled river of life along lost roads of old. The darkness of night it beckons me, as vampires gather to drink. Sustenance of life is what they seek from the river that flows tonight. The darkness of night it beckons me, to watch as the stories of old unite, to begin the rituals of strength and power as their fantasies take flight. © 2009 Charles Dennis