Vampire Lore

Single red rose,

Creative spark,

Visions of us,

Dance in the dark

Magnetic obsession,

Can’t look away,

Things that your eyes,

Have been wanting to say

Ember lit glow,

Soft on your face

Candlelight flames,

Dance and embrace

Swaying to music,

Only we hear,

The words from your lips,

Next to my ear

Little black dress,

Head to toe fashion,

Only she knows,

That’s why she’s laughin’

Spinning around,

Magic unwinding,

Grasping this moment,

Searching and finding

Feeling the music,

Feeling the vibe

The kinda things,

You can’t describe

Everyone’s watching,

Reading this line,

Discovering things,

Don’t end with time

Time is an echo,

A chamber of visions

Seeing us now,

Starlight precision

Red like a rose,

Red on my lips,

Frost on the glass,

taking cold sips

Ghosts of the past,

History before,

Witches and werewolves,

Vampire lore

Stories of us,

Inspired by knowing,

Secrets of past,

Moonlight path glowing

Talking to walls,

Talking out loud

Hiding myself,

Out from the crowd

Grieving in silence,

transmutting the pain

Thorns from the roses,

Substantial gains

Queen of the Swords,

Girl with a dagger

Black leather pants,

This one’s got swagger

Black combat boots,

Created a style,

Haters and clowns,

Drowning denial

Oceans apart,

Not on the same plane,

Open road highway

Get outta my lane

Medival themes,

Renaissance revision

No stopping the force,

that’s made a decision

Outdated rumors,

Rumors no more,

Vampires in coffins,

Ships on the shore

Storybook research,

Original tales

Myths and retellings,

Fill up the shelves

Thinking thoughts,

Like telepathy

Hearing songs,

Yo, this ones catchy

Seeing things,

I had not seen,

Hidden stories,

Fill the screen

Thoughts of things,

Me and you

Hands of time,

You brought me clues

Dance of truth,

A masquerade

Aces wild,

Truth in Spades

Blood on the wall,

Written in Red

Things of the past,

Things left unsaid

Walking in worlds,

Towing the line,

Waiting for fate,

To give me what’s mine

Writing a poem,

In need of a muse,

Vampire red,

That would be you

Standing in darkness,

Holding my hand

Helping me out,

You understand

Look in the mirror,

What do you see?

Which is the version,

You’ve yet to be?