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At Grand Central Madison,
beneath glass and clock,
I saw her—black as decree.
She moved like warning wrapped in grace.
“Hi,” she said. “I’m Judy.”
Her voice—a treaty made of silk.
Her eyes—both mercy and verdict.
“Where are you going?” I asked.
“Nowhere,” she smiled. “And from nowhere.
I feed on what men call strength—
their heat, their hunger, their hush.”
The crowd disappeared.
The station fell silent.
She stepped close,
and reason lost its armor.
“Your energy called me,” she whispered.
“You wait for trains.
I offer flight.”
Her lips touched mine—
a pact without ink.
The world folded like a secret.
We stood on Pluto’s frozen shore,
where gods hide from light.
“Here,” she said, “I reign.
Sex. Death. Rebirth.”
“You are pure,” she murmured.
“Purity is a weapon.
I will not steal what is whole.
I will temper it.
Sharpen it.
Turn pain into flame.”
Then she vanished.
Only her scent remained.
The city roared back,
but I was no longer its citizen.
Now, when I write, she breathes through my ink.
When I sleep, she waits between breaths.
Her law lives inside my ribs:
Guard your energy.
There are queens of the unseen realm.
They drink light, not blood.
They kiss to conquer.
They smile to command.
Remember this:
Not all warmth is love.
Not all mercy is kind.
Power is not in giving—
but in choosing what to give.
Guard your fire.
Spend your soul with measure.
Even tenderness has teeth.
He loiters in shadows in line for no harp
The tools of his trade all surgically sharp
He slices their throats before they start yelling
The Lord knows his name but the Lord isn’t telling
So prowling these lanes seeking hooker or stripper
To bolster the legend of Mister J Ripper
He skulks in the gloom, an All Hallows’ day tripper
His yen to splay female flesh wide like a kipper
Thus, nervous and pretty with Lilly-white skin
Her blood gushes free from just under her chin
A flash of a blade in the moonlight is made
And she lies agape and ravaged and flayed
His lust and sick love precludes notions of rape
He melts in the night with a swish of his cape
They don’t understand so they call it a crime
But Jack will be back... at least one more time
But there’s no monopoly on London’s streets
And angel or Satan... everyone eats
Yet too many nutters the law cannot track
So, why not blame all of the carnage on Jack
And when Jack returns to a lust fuelled delight -
(A lady who markets her wares in the night)
A chilling voice whispers, ‘Wrong alleyway bud’
And the Vampire moves in to savour Jack’s blood
4 May 2021
Contest: A Poem of Horror
Sponsor:Funom Makama
Inspired by the lovely dance scene between the beautiful Elena (Nina Dobrev) and handsome Damon (Ian Somerhalder) in Season 1, Episode 19: "Miss Mystic Falls" of the alluring and magical TV show, "The Vampire Diaries". The intimacy of not quite touching as part of the dance steps alludes to a simpler and nobler time of romance.
Duet ballad.
Take me to eternity
By Michelle Morris
29/03/2023
You're dangerous
It's obvious for all to see
The world knows your power
You're a sinner who wants to believe
In love and ever after
In trust and happiness
Loyalty and true devotion
Is there something here for us?
So close we are in the here and now
Not quite touching in the here and now
Do you think we could ever be?
Do you think we have the magic we need?
Oh, oh, oh...
Take... Take all of me
Take me to eternity
Take... Take all I am
Take me to your freedom
Oh, oh, oh...
Take... Take all of me
Take me to eternity
Take... Take all I am
Take me to your freedom
In times gone by
I'd be your knight
In times gone by
I'd do everything right
Now, here we are
Not quite touching
Dancing together
Moving in unison
Oh, oh, oh...
Take... Take all of me
Take me to eternity
Take... Take all I am
Take me to your freedom
Oh, oh, oh...
Take... Take all of me
Take me to eternity
Take... Take all I am
Take me to your freedom
You're mesmerising
It's obvious for all to see
The world knows your beauty
You're an angel who wants to believe
In love and ever after
In trust and happiness
Loyalty and true devotion
Is there something here for us?
So close we are in the here and now
Not quite touching in the here and now
Do you think we could ever be?
Do you think we have the magic we need?
Oh, oh, oh...
Take... Take all of me
Take me to eternity
Take... Take all I am
Take me to your freedom
Oh, oh, oh...
Take... Take all of me
Take me to eternity
Take... Take all I am
Take me to your freedom
Oh, oh, oh...
Take... Take all of me
Take me to eternity
Take... Take all I am
Take me to your freedom
Oh, oh, oh...
Take... Take all of me
Take me to eternity
Take... Take all I am
Take me to your freedom
© Michelle Morris, 2023
Sarah was always dressed in black,
and wearing that midnight pear bracelet
made me shiver spotting teeth marks on her neck;
was she a vamp ready to attack?
No, Sarah wasn't a beauty
neither sensual or attractive as Melody;
and what made hers stand out from other women, not looking for a kill,
was her macabre attire and her long eyelashes thicker than a cover girl!
Her destiny was controlled by an insatiable urge for blood which ended at daybreak,
at The Gentleman's Club she sought another victim to sink her teeth into his neck;
I kept yards away from her feeling she would suddenly attack and bite
and as strange as it seems, her hub was also a vampire she called, " Mike ".
The Poem Of The Vampire
written by Andrew Crisci
on 12/3/2013
after my mother said good night
she closed the door and turned out the light.
perhaps by chance she didn't know the fright
that awaited me as she closed the door.
as it is this night and every night
i need light more.
to scare away monsters behind my closet door.
what that monster is i have yet to see.
but from movies snd scary stories i guess what it
could be.
Wolfman, Frankinstien, or Vampire all
or Wicked Witch, ghostly ghoul to call.
the undead Zombie scratching the walls.
all i need is a little light, thats all!
i cannot crack the curtans,
i'm afraid of what i'll see.
and in my mind i wonder why, oh why
my mother won't believe me.
when i say that there are monsters
and one day that they will get me?
How she is fair as fair as can be.
Her forehead wrinkles are so cute.
How I love her eyes hazel green and brown so beautiful.
She walks like she is the center of all attention cause in truth she is cause she is amazing.
How silly is her world that she makes me smile knowing she exists.
Her ability to craft words into such amazing creations is wonderful.
I read her vlogs now all gone as far as I know she had written short stories about the vampire series twilight and about Harry Potter I remember them. Your fan fiction still lives on in my mind.
I remember how cool you are cooler then everyone around you cause You are amazing.
My best friend you way with words is magical.
Juniper dreams of sunshine and camping with you is my future In my greatest dream any day spent with you is my peace. Honey plum rays of snow fall and lasers of jasper cascade into a spiral of controlled chaos. she is Bangarang itself the chaotic order of pure madness that brings me such peace. the way she crashes into my world upending everything I thought I knew about myself. she teaches me to work hard fight more never surrender and never stop fighting.
Juniper cravings how I desire her attention like I seek a crumb of her attention cause she gives me such peace.
Beaming from Joy she knows I desire her attention so she ignores me causing me to write poetry of devotion to her to help me pass the time.
Juniper she is my juniper my Hazelnut but Moon pie my Cup of coffee every day with her I am good the days she is gone or distant I am undone. like a day without a cup of coffee I am grumpy and mad and sad and I am confused and scared and alone. but the day with her is like I have been given a cup of coffee so I can be my normal self at peace happy alive and well.
O vampire of the vacuum!
Nature. Abhors ye thou?
Witches, get aloft on broom!
Do not ask us how!
Poisonous the atmosphere?
Grease thee up the gear.
Song in my head, what you hear!
Last time got severe!
Torrent of the havoc?
In this chaos whirls fast.
Heaven, Hell, thy hollyhock.
Flowers of the past.
Yttrium, silken silica.
From these sheer skewers make.
Underworld god, ravens caw!
Carrion crow, thy cake!
O woody-layered xylem!
Thy water courier: what?
Pain in my soul, your problem!
Hall warrior, every hut!
Spark of meteor, burn the air!
Shine as you descend!
Dead man's fingernails to pare!
Blossom as you bend!
Wit, blow up flame. Brain, thy game.
Nightmare, need ye name?
Kingdom of God, stake thy claim!
Baited for to blame!
Dun dusk, shimmer. Gossamer, set.
Illusion, set. Get.
Portal iridescent, let.
Gambling on the bet...
continued
The Phantom Vampire’s ritual on the foggy nights of the
“Cold Dark Yellow Unhallowed Moon” is to drink the blood
Of as many young innocent people as he can all the while
Destroying their lives and tormenting their souls in an
Unending Existence of evil and debauchery as minions of
The Undead . . . .
As a servant of Lucifer himself, the Phantom Vampire’s
Principal charge is that of a “Soul Seeker”— and seeking
Them he does quite successfully while destroying lives
This unending process is interrupted only by the dawn of
The next day’s morning as the bright rays of sunlight warm
The Earth and purify and sanctify the power and purpose of
The Almighty Lord God . . . .
As a priest . . . a man of the cloth in this bucolic Irish village
Along the sea coast, I hold my head in shame and revulsion
At the evil escapades rendered by the Phantom Vampire
During his nocturnal visits to feed on the blood and souls
Of our innocent people . . . .
I always turn and talk to God while earnestly praying for their
Blind souls through their gossamer eyelids and seeking the
Lord’s divine protection and delivery from this most dark and
Wretched evil . . . May the bright sunlight show them the
Road to true happiness during the Feast of All Souls and to the
Gates of Salvation . . . .
With no fear and with most clear purpose in mind and the divine
Support of our Almighty Lord God in Heaven . . . I shall be the
One fulfilling God’s charge in driving that long wooden stake—
Blessed with Holy Water and Angel’s Dust—through that
Evil dead putrid heart of the Phantom Vampire!
Gary Bateman and Liam McDaid – A Collaborated Poem,
Copyright © All Rights Reserved (November 6, 2014)
Zahra was a woman and erotically lovely
Youthful, beautiful and passionate
Xanadu, an ice mountain paradise was her existence
Where she lived with her lover, a
Vampire, two hundred years un-dead
Utterly intoxicating was this man
Together they dwelled in bliss
Sublime and spiritual was their lovemaking
Rapturous murmurs of forever life his promise
Quivering, she whispered her deep love
Possession and control was his
Often he left their paradise to hunt
Never-failing to find the red blood they drank
Moments of madness haunted her
Leaving her life behind was her sadness
Kissing him always calmed her dead heart
Just before dawn they climbed inside an ornate coffin
Intertwined in each other arms
Hypnotic was his hold on beautiful Zahra
Gentle his cold touch
Flawless was their un-dead existence
Entrancing and ethereal is how she perceived him
Divine and desirable she could not resist
Charming her was easy for this dark un-dead man
Bedazzling her with whispered words and promises
And keeping her, his love prisoner . . .
__________________________
September 30, 2015
Poetry/Reverse ABC/Zahra
Copyright Protected, ID 15-713-514-0
For the contest, First Ever ZYX,
sponsor, John Lawless
4th Place
A Bloody Tale
a vampire bat in the weeping willow tree
hanging upside down created an impasse
a fat faced full moon highlighted it
its beady eyes focused on my warm neck
in hopes it could get a taste of my sweet blood
I needed to deliver the brown leather satchel
with the Irish curio—a stolen sample
of the Blarney Stone tucked neatly inside
my way blocked by this flying mammal
I needed to distract it
my back pack contained a rare beef dumpling
for a snack while on my way
I pulled it out—some blood dripping from
its cold center
I tossed it to the side of the trail
mr. bat took the bait
I exhaled a sigh of relief and
resumed my trek. As I left
I heard a chirping sound behind me
I turned and saw the bat waving its webbed wing
in gratitude. I had to pass this way homeward
I hoped he would remember me