Lamia

Black spills over the dome of the sky,
Revealing the true king of the sky\'s pale glory,
A hand gently caresses the back of her neck,
Her eyes close as she rocks back and forth,
Her mouth agape in expectation,
The otherworldly lover endows her a silver kiss,
Two figures inseparable as the mind yields,
Leaving the black knight\'s poison to be free,
The curves of her body press against him,
His hand holding her fast at the small of her back,
Her head tilts back when he moves from the kiss,
Staring at the blackness she feels his tender kisses down her neck,
While he\'s gently sucking a low moan escapes her lips,
Before she knows it is rolling down her breast,
and no longer is his kiss tender and sweet,
her exsanguination is his life now,
for her is a Lamia, taking life so that he may live,
as her meager remains let loose her now free spirit,
she is given one more of his tender kisses,
then before the black sky falls unveiling crimson dawn,
Lamia dissolves leaving the world with one less loving soul to fill the void,
Lamia has another name you might know him by,
His name is Pride,
His name is Jealousy,
His name is Love,
His name is Vampyre.

I think vamps are awesome and just the entire mythology of them is fascinating to me so I wanted a poem about them. Lamia is vampire is latin, which is the language I take in school. Vampyre also, at least the reason behind the myth, is supposed to be our innate desire. Because they do everything we wished we did, or could do. Not the blood sucking part, but the ability to fly and to live in the night and give in to ourselves. Thats kind of the point behind it.