I have been here quietly reading folks, not even a peep from me. Disappointing part, I have been here since 2006, not long for some, yet here I am. Also not really a poet, my sign-in name says it all. I am posting here, for the sake of it, my poems do not rhyme and will never rhyme, they have their own personal flow. Not matter how many people I show I don't get a response, may be I am not really that good.

My darling how tender is thy flesh? How willing is thy blood to be rendered to me?

Oh sweet darkness, beloved cold embrace; take hold of you mortality, for there will be nothing of you today.

You are my gift, thus my wonderful cadaver; let me be thy Sire, of sweet dark desires.

The Prince in one of your greatest nightmares, be it you one gentle drink, one empty vassal.

One delicious kin, my lady of dark admires; be gently into death, gently into wake.

To take you into bliss, the tender lips upon thy skin; to take the taste of you into me.

Oh how my lady shiver, the power that I deliver. Do not shed a tear, my beloved deadly dear; for I hold you very near.

What bounty thou give me, my gentle creature; how my hand dances about your trembling body, how much of you I desire.

Come to you my soul, drink now of me and be one with me, ever lasting lovers.

Quench your lust, drink you must; into darkness you now dance.

Dance macabre, dance of immortal lovers.

Our bodies’ coldness is our hearts’ most coveted treasure; for the passion that is ours and it is a power no other can ever devour.

Take hold of my maliciousness, my wondrous artistry; you make death so now inviting.

It is a wonder I chose you are my master piece; a lineage no one else can conspire.

It actually kinda gave me the shivers, some... evokes Poe a bit, I think (not necessarily in 'style' per se but definitely in 'feeling' (if that's even the right way to put it ).

Anyway, thanks for sharing, Wordcrafter... and welcome to the Inn, of course... can we look forward to more?

Of course, mind you I only have one other like this and two others that are not my genre, as I am more of a romantic. I get a minor few saying they get the shivers with this poem.

...if you post it; I will read.

Looking forward to the next one.

So this in a sense is the second half, my main genre, like I said is romance, I don't rhyme do to an argument or discouragement from my English teacher, she yelled at me for not rhyming, saying is just dribble otherwise. Never liked her and since then I chose not to rhyme, I gather i can if needs be, but otherwise, they are words crafted.


The gentle touch of cold fingers, the sweet kiss of the last breath taken; when you wake I will be here.

When you wake I will guide you, when you wake I will love you; thy heart no longer beats, as your soul no longer dreams.

My love, in your moments of darkest hour your body opens to my reasoning of why we are together, we walk together in the harshest hours; we love with the most mournful desire.

Embraced cadaver, blood is our quench; tainted life in the black fire.

Walk with me in the mist and in midst of it all compose our darkest ardor of our deceitful hearts; thus we deny it the heat of passion, truth uninspired.

Thus when we lay next to each other, no longer will there any lingering emotion unbound; passion no longer, bliss no more than a hunger; no more than a meaningless want.

Listen to the silence, the dead sing to us well; children sense our presence, the guilty know our thirst.

Avarice locked in place, lips touches the skin; lifeless heart is in ache. Departure from their dreams, whimsical is not an option; a blissful awareness of their past.

Lust is but a memory, hunger took its place, emotion is a memory, for thy love is colder than ice. Walking away from this damnation, is but an eternally and mournful dream.

Sounds to me as if that particular teacher could benefit from a bit more schooling, herself, actually. Poetry is poetry, rhymes or not... Our long absent Innmate, Lyskhala would, agree, I'm sure.

They actually consume blood, they don't glitter, mine are masculine, and I think masculinity alone can defeat any of the Twilight, not so Vampires. The next two, are about me being vicious to my ex who treated me like dirt. Even guys can be scornful.