Poems about Vampyres

Some of you may or may not know that I write poems. Well I have decided to publish my poems on my blog. Here are the first two. They are about vampyres. I have always had a interest in vampyres, vampyre-lore and the stories throughout history connected to them. May it has something to do with growing to the country. Lots of stories, superstitions and lore still remain deep in the country physique. Or may it has something to do with may family name "Vzampfyier", which when change a couple of letters becomes "Vampyre". May that is an omen or a sign. Vampyres have throughout history been seen as, yes evil, but as attractive and seductive. They have been romanticized for their powers, beauty, sexuality and immortality. But the thing I like about them is that they remind us that we are not at the top of the food chain. And maybe one day nature may created such a creature as a vampyre to establish a balance in a world over-populated with us human-beings. Here are the titles of my two poems about vampyres. "Eyes Of Peace" and "Lady In Black". Please let me know what you think; Good, Bad, Don't understand. Oh for any students, if there is anything to do not understand (vocabulary or sentence structure, etc) please let me know and I will explain it to you. Syrbastyian

Poem: Eyes Of Peace

" Eyes Of Peace "

Oh lord can you hear me, am I the dark lord's son?

There must be something evil about me because look at what I have became.

I have walked into the dead land where blood flows from the night sun.

Bones scattered around in violation of time and the demons hymn death in song.

Nightmares always haunting of evil I have done.

Can not escape the reality, no matter how far I run.

Screams are my reality, terror is my love.

Evil is a friend inside me.

Because my spirit, my spirit is carved in blood.

Mama used to go to church each day and pray for my soul.

Mama hopes I will rest in peace.

My death has taken its toll.

I have scoped out this universe and mapped it with my mind.

Nothing is too big or small and nothing escapes my eyes.

There is a poor lost child in the corner of the night.

I offer my friendship, they all accept with delight.

As they come to trust me I drain the body of life.

Living for eternity, I will never die.

Feeding on the lost and lonely.

While humanity just stands by.

Screams are my reality, terror is my love.

Evil is a friend inside me.

Because my spirit, my spirit is carved in blood.

Blood is my line, blood is my life.

Sunset preternatural senses alight.

My story is old by folklore it is told.

Secret is my life, secret it shall stay.

Do not despair, you are not alone.

I shall comfort you tonight.

Look into my filled with peace and quiet.

Tonight we shall dance forever to the death song of vampyre life.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier

Poem: Lady In Black

" Lady In Black "

Sitting down at a table.

Watching a band, rock & roll away.

Waitress glides across the floor.

Slides over another drink for my brain cells to contemplate.

Sitting at this table.

Writing I thought that no one will know.

I was at home alone.

Now I am surrounded by humanity.

But I am still alone.

Lady in black sitting across the room.

I wonder what she thinks.

I wonder what she sees when her red eyes fall upon me.

Raven black hair flowing down her open back.

Blood redden lips, flashing brilliant white teeth.

porcelain sculpture, marble body.

A glint of all knowing in her magnificent red eyes.

Woman of the ancient world.

Follower of the political present.

This creature is my future or my end.

She lives, she is dead.

Of indefinite time.

Lady in black.

Call it nosferatu.

By Syrbastyian Vzampfyier