Original Poetry Fan Fiction ❯ Poems, poems...A small collection of them ❯ One Of The Night ( Chapter 15 )

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Friends of ours, yes friends of ours
Since ancient times, forlorn
Wandering the midnight hours
And so they shall forevermore
 
Resting within graveyard soil they deeply, deeply sleep
Dreaming things we'd never dream or even think to speak
Arise, they do, from their coffins, crypts and tombs
To feed upon those of living, yes that's what they do
 
On a night woven of most beautiful threads
Never seraph spread a pinion over fabric half so fair
On these nights not of the living but of the dead
Those gothic, deathly demons rise from their deep, dark lairs
 
Friends of ours, yes friends of ours
Of elegance, of beauty one cannot know in life
Yet, hearing the name of those damned creatures, even the strongest men would cower
Yet beautiful, so beautiful they fill us with desire
Of what, you say—of what, you say?
 
One cast a glance upon thine deathly gothic eyes
Yes, upon those hypnotic, lustful eyes
Those eyes as black as fire
Eyes as brilliant as the night
And they fill our hearts to the brim with the desire
 
To Be One of the Night…
 
Feeding upon something
Drinking of something—something, something, something
Feasting upon something so delectable so infernal—
I shan't even speak of what they drink
For God knows only what they eat…
 
Friends of ours, yes friends of ours
To see the light of day, nevermore
Wandering the moonlit night
Filling our dreams to the brim with fright
Feasting upon that crimson nectar with utmost delight
And as we gaze into those beautiful, ghastly eyes
We dream that we too may someday be
 
One of the Night…