The Church of Vampire Love

And so my friends I bring you to

This Church of Vampire love

Where a sweet young innocent

Will give her virgin blood.

 

But look around you, if you please,

Before I start the Rite;

This graveyard is a fitting place

For People of the Night.

 

The stony frozen Angels

Look down sightless from above

As the Master now begins

The Sacrifice of Blood

 

Take her! - to the altar in a dark recess

Lift her high between you

And lay her on the slab

That hides bones and rotted flesh

 

Her nightgown keeps her modest

And she cannot resist

As you arrange her pale limp arms

Crossed upon her breasts.

 

Now, gently, as the Master

I approach the grave

Upon which lies the Vessel

Whose soul cannot be saved

 

Young and blonde and shapely

She lies there hypnotized

The long white gown concealing

Her body from all eyes.

 

Slowly, with mock tenderness,

I lay her shoulders bare,

To see  the slim white neck;

The blue veins throbbing there.

 

I pause a moment longer

As I sniff her blood, her breath -

Observe the pale skin;

The slowly moving breast.

 

The gown clings to her body

Damp with fear and dew

Her shapeliness appearing;

The flesh tones showing through

 

Her eyes are closed, her mind is held,

Although she knows we're here.

Gather round my eager slaves,

You all will have a share.

 

You lick your lips with hunger

As I stroke her long fair hair

Then a sudden, violent ripping,

And she lies naked there.

 

But lust for these poor mortals

Is quite a different thing

It's her blood, and not her flesh,

That makes our dry veins sing.

 

As she lies in corruption

The Master takes first bite

We have to drink, or suffer pain,

My Maggots of the Night.

 

Yet as a compensation,

Although she has no choice,

As the blood begins to flow,

Such pleasure gives her voice.

 

She moans and smiles and catches breath

In mimicry of  Love;

The frozen, frowning Angels

Look down useless from above

 

And if we're careful, Children,

We can make her last all night

And if we do it properly

She'll be ravening for blood.

 

This time.  Tomorrow Night.

 

 

May 2008