Vampire Incunabulum
I asked a lady with a crystal ball
If she could tell that I’m of demon couth,
She said, “I know the depths of mankind’s fall
And all the lies they tell themselves as truth,
But demon you are not; For I know well
Just what it means for creatures truly fell.”“But if you’d like, I’ll gladly teach you things,
Like how the dog eats bile with pleased content,
Or how the buried mandrake sweetly sings,
Or how the sword can swing without relent.
Lend me your ear and place it on my ball,
I’ll show you how to hear the fall in all.”
And so I dropped my ear upon her weird,
To learn of matters dark and dimly deep,
To leer the vast unknown stripped bare appear,
To take which hidden as my own to keep.
Now let me see or let me die as blind,
Capture my willing ear and free my mind.
All things I find within my searching touch
Shall find their ends as the beginning lines
In augurs of the subtle powers much
Forgotten by these humdrum human signs.
Take quick away this burdensome dense flesh,
All once unjust repair with lush redress.
“Bite me, open this vein with your dull teeth,
Tear my frigid flesh and suck the nectar
Which spills freely from out its weeping bleed,
Drink full and quench, my body, yours to enter.
Exchange in spirit, death in living life,
Relinquish your lust on the edge of a knife.”
“Surrender your desire unto my altar,
Worship unhampered with rampant escape,
Forward now, press on, let feet not falter
Beneath the raven hairs of my sanctum’s drape.
Burn perfect your last sacrifice in rite,
Dances in ash release the darkest light.”
All things to come, all things now present stood,
Roll over this red flesh in shameless swell,
Retrieve the inmost seed of this thorn’d wood
Which runs its root into the hungry dell.
Let vine receive in life what death can feed,
Where garland steps of fertile depth shall lead.
Satiate this hidden thirst now sprung,
Give all, or none, or all I slake away,
The bell once rung will not be fast un-rung,
A toll once tolled must quell with full repay.
This swollen temple swirls on maudlin dreams
To hear its halls resound with pleasant screams.
To whom, to where, from hence, and evermore,
I hunt a precious game for sorrow’s gain,
A growing ache to fill my growing sore,
That I in death might youthful life retain.
In tongue, In tooth, let pureness live abused,
All time possessed that heaven lounge unused,
“Your love is grand and grand will rise transformed,
To wit the dawning of the sun’s eclipse,
Arise anew, with luring grin adorned,
These ceaseless days you found between my lips.
More the hunger is greater the snuff,
For the darkest dark is never dark enough.”
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