As autumn sets in, here in the Pacific Northwest, the leaves begin to change...

(as seen from the bus this morning)
This is the second release of my epic vampire poetry series. Warning: this is not your average PG-13 sparkly drama. I write of suffering and pain...anguish and defeat. I am fascinated by earthen desire and immortality. Here, I give tribute to Anne Rice, one of my favorite authors.
(beware, a hedonist vampire...)

Vampire II

[Original Poem by Robyn Eggs]

1
Slipping solitude in a basket
Wove veins around my alone
I'm lying dead in my casket
Through which light once shone
2
The sun sets behind the grave
Blood stirs as my heart is excited
The twisting night I must brave
My sense of perception is heightened
3
Wandering through the rippled scents
Within the cold, dark air
My existence represents
A harbored evil's lair
4
Retaining my lucid skin
For all of time
My thirsting body, so thin
I am mute, a mime
5
I feed like the vulture
On only the dead
Their flesh a sculpture
Where I dig my head
6
Stumbling on through the night
I sense the dawn rising
I give myself to the light
And turn to dust, realizing