In honor of the change of the season coming up, and because this is my favorite time of year, I have decided to release my epic Vampire poetry series. My take on vampires is much different than your typical PG-13 version. I speak of deep, earthen desire and immortality. The forgotten doom that is sometimes mentioned, but never featured as part of your average story-line. I give tribute here to Anne Rice, one of my most favorite authors. R

Vampire I

[Original Poem by Robyn Eggs]

Clouds are drifting overhead
But I cannot behold the beauty
Because I am dead

Oh! The one who cast me down

Dark, draped, dead too, was he
With many dripping thoughts
And when I was caught, I did plea

For my life to be spared of him

Running through the deserted streets
Praying for the righteous dawn
But strangled and raped, my body he beats

Out! Lost is my spirit, before the end

I lay in pain on rusty nails
And dream of my lover's safe arms
As in to my skull, a cross he nails

And I cannot hear my screams

But I feel the soil thrown
Light fades, though my eyes are open
Together my lips are sewn

So I cannot scream when I wake...