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Solomon Crowley
Learn to heed the warning
of queer and ominous tale
the weird of Solomon Crowley
his madness and long bewail
Once deemed as prominent prince
sullen noble becomes fallen wanderer
deepest rages drive burning thirst
the burden of daily desire
so compelling was this thirst
a vampire preys by night
savage consumption, without control
a twist of everlasting life
Macabre compulsions, his nightly venture
nightly collection of crimson tolls
he witnesses upon the spectacular
a rival feeding upon souls
the caress, her oval emeralds
sweet lips, allow cunning smile
waist length her raven strands
capture him with easy beguile
close rivals often do battle
she begins her lethal display
a curious resistance is encountered
how strange her powers betray
“ Please refrain”, “O”, “ fairest lady”
“My heart stolen long ago”
“I am”, “Solomon the Eternal”
“An Immortal”, “ Without fragile soul”
“Forgive me”, ”O”, “Handsome traveler”
“Mortals expire ”, “Before my song”
With grace she moved fantastically
her magic wild and strong
Solomon considers this ghost girl
so magnificent her elegant presence
centuries past he loved her
such treasures, a precious essence
awkward tension, morphs toward seduction
She remembers his attractive face
special fragments, of lasting time
they savor a romantic embrace
the scars of human memories
painful shadows reveal the past
lost friendships can be recovered
offerings the fates will cast
long days they share together
brief ceremony, becomes lasting bond
time lapses as friendly sorcerer
they journey toward lands beyond
a scourge comes barbaric years
relic quests bring religious doubt
holy wars breed global famine
rat plagues sweep with drought
a millennium of hostile changes
such challenges take his wife
long months vexed with pain
her battles condemned with strife
he remembers her childish passion
Solomon honors her last request
Above Caledon, The Northern Highlands
mountain pools of tranquil rest
the serenity of Scottish beauty
Deep Fjords with glacial lochs
He erects a permanent tomb
made eternal of granite blocks
the spear, of heartbreaking loss
his love will never return
he denies the hallowed cross
his thirst will always burn
to exist without a purpose
grim man, grows sadly dim
the winds ferry him north
a place called Polar Rim
Solomon awaits the seasonal chill
he relinquishes his vampire curse
thickest iceberg encases him still
the ending of Solomon’s thirst
Copyright ©
Robert F Estrada
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