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
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