Started: 04/11/2001 Updated: --/--/----
Eulogies: These are poems I created for the Crypt Wars Website Competition (I'm on the Dark Vampyres Team). While any vampire poems I write in the future will probibly become eulogies, these were the ones I started with. I hope to add more poems in the future. A few of these mention the Drak Pack. New poems will be at the top. Note: Some words may look different from how you might know them: Example: Vampire/Vampyre. Both are correct spellings. "Vampyre" is, in fact, the orginal spelling. Time has converted it to "Vampire". Most purests prefer and will use the "Vampyre" spelling.
Black bats
Ivory fangs
Red blood
Shadows
Quietly
Stalking
VAMPIRE!
White, Black,
Yellow Red;
All bleed the
same --
Bright RED!
Howling wind,
Stormy night.
Beware --
The Vampire
walks tonight!
Vampire knows --
Cannot eat.
Cannot drink
anything but
BLOOD!
He comes closer
to me.
He holds me
in an iron grip.
He looks into
my eyes.
He bites.
He drinks.
He draws his own
blood.
I drink.
I die.
I wake.
I am Vampire.
Lighting flash,
Wind howl
Vampires
come out
to dine.
Father was Vampire,
Mother was Human.
You walk in between.
You are --
DHAMPIR!
The dirt parts,
The grave opens.
The vampire wakes.
The victim runs.
But there is
no escape.
The victim is caught.
The vampire feeds.
She walks the street.
She stops.
She hears.
A swish of a cloak.
An inky shadow.
She feels his bite.
She is his.
Moon bright,
Light the night.
Shadows fall,
High stone wall.
Creeping mist,
Fangs sink into wrist.
Vampire knows,
Blood flows.
Leather wings.
Ivory fangs.
Piercing cry.
Hunter's flight.
Vampire Bat.
She is a vampire
like no other.
She walks in
the light,
Sending Shinmas
to the Dark.
She fears no
vampire weakness.
Her bite brings
eternal life,
not death.
With Larva by
her side, she is
Kyuuketsiki Miyu,
The Vampire Princess.
(Inspired by Kyuuketsiki Miyu (Vampire Princess Miyu) a Gothic Anime and the only --thus far-- subtitled Anime that I enjoy watching.)
Heart pounding.
Fear rising.
Feet running,
moving toward
sancuary.
A shadow passes.
It is too late.
And twin ivory
daggers find
their mark.
The coffin lid
rises.
The dead walk again.
Stalking.
Hunting.
Feasting.
(Here's one to Drak, Jr., who inspired my own character of Draka, his twin sister:)
Raven hair blowing in the wind,
Onyx eyes sparkle with determination.
Frost-white skin oddly warm,
Blood-red lips smile gently,
Ivory daggers never break
a victim's skin.
He stands tall and proud,
The blood of the Draculas
runs through his veins.
His father was a vampire,
His mother was a human.
Drak is a dhampir.
Blood is our bread,
Our water,
Our milk,
Our honey,
Our meat,
Our wine.
We can not
Live on
anything else.
For we are
Vampires.
Drak, Jr., the vampire, Dracula's heir,
Frankie, Frankenstien's child,
Howler, Wolfman's kin,
Together, they fight to
atone for their ancestor's evil.
They are the:
DRAK PACK!
It is lonely
to walk the
Earth,
Dead, yet
alive.
Living on
the blood
of the
Living.
Yet such
is the
life of
the Undead.
Hair Raven black.
Skin Frost white.
Eyes like Onyx stones.
Lips Blood red.
Twin Ivory daggers and
a handsome face.
My lover is a
Vampire.
Wind and rain,
Thunder and lightning.
The night provides the insturments,
The Vampyre provides the song.
Heart beat,
Blood race,
Run to a safe place.
Night streets are not safe.
Vampires hunt you tonight.
Bats and wolves
Vampires take form.
Are they animals?
Are they human?
Or are they something more?
More to come.