HyPnOpIa'S HaVeN

In the darkness of nyght from a shadow of almost palpable blackness a figure emerges in terrible beauty. Beware the hypnotic eyes, The beckoning arms. Lest tonyght's taste Of elasticity be your last.

We ache, we love, we thirst for the forbidden. We are your friends, and lovers and your worst fears. Welcome kindred soul, within these pages are those who dwell in eternal darkness.

I am, In your subconscious, Ever present,often ignored, But there. As surely as That which is the carrier, Of Life, near Immortality, Flows through your body; I am.� I am, � The One who Feeds, On the warm, red, elixir of Life, I drink, I that dread nosferatu; I come to you, knowing your need. I am Energy, I am Sex, lust, desire: I, Carnality, Bite the flesh,drink the Sacred liquid. When the great globe of burning, ageing, Ultraviolet radiation has gone, Leaveing behind the teeming millions to rest. I arise My day is your night, I stalk, Those who will satisfy my need. They scream, they beg,for mercy; I must survive. Hence I drink.

Know that this treatise be true, I am watching you,even now. I see your eyes reading this page, I look, and see the blood pulseing through your jugular, Waiting for my hot breath on your neck, The sharp,momentary pain,as my fangs pierces, The Joy, in giving yourself to me. Know that this be true,for I am And Vampires Are....

I live without life. No flesh gilds my bones.� Within my heart is nothing but darkness yet my eyes glow like sparkling jewels of eternal life. Come feed on me in darkness and I will do the same for you.� For in the dark I feel your heat and day breaks at last.� A day that can bring death, a day that is able to bring death to the dead.�

You sleep in your satin lined sanctuary and wait, wait for the nyght, a nyght that is blacker than blackberry.� Why, do you ask? because tasting the blood of the believer you become the believed.� I need the nyght. It is my life, without it I am dead, death can kill the dead.� I pray on others such as the living, just think of an owl, swift and gentle, they mean no harm and neither do I.

It is strange a rip of flesh, a spray of blood and a porcelain complexion.� Life does not end with a bang, it is a whimper, a small and quiet sigh, as if the threads of life are seeping out. Becoming one such as myself is quite different.� A stab, a blinding pain.� You feel death creeping towards you.� As you stand before this alter praying for death to come so swift, the devil's blood is mixed with your own and from that point on there shall'st be not life, only death, a deadly life.

The kill is exciting, the terror that hides behind their eyes, pleading with you to be spared.� Why? why should the living live? Mortals are wasteless creatures.� Their lives are useless, one day they are vibrant, brimming with rosy life. The next they are withered and waiting for death to become them.� But creatures such as our selfs can live forever.

Are we gifts of God or slaves of Satan? I do not know, but I do know one thing for sure, that we are what we are - Vampyres!

O tower not of ivory, but builded
By hands that reach heaven from hell;
O mystical rose of the mire,
O house not of gold but of gain,
O house of unquenchable fire,
Our Lady of Pain!

I have passed from the outermost portal
To the shrine where a sin is a prayer;
What care though the service be mortal?
O our Lady of Torture, what care?
All thine the last wine that I pour is,
The last in the chalice we drain.

She encirlces the room
Like an animal ready to pounce.
Her sensuous lips drool hungrily,
her deadly eyes gleam evil.
She watchs from alot
The young girl barely breathing.
She slips silently under the covers
and waits and watchs and hovers.
The girl grows weaker
with each passing second.
She grows stronger,
as anticipation grows higher.
slowly, surely, the girl
closes her heavy, weeping eyes.
She leaps formward, quick as lightning,
hungrily feeding on the life of the dying.
she laps up the life
of the weak and unfortunate.
she takes, then steals into the nyght
as the girl gives up her tiresome fight.

The darkness calls my name,
It beckons to my soul,
A spirit cries for freedom, a spirit light can't hold.
I yern to see the moon,
Let the dark caress my face,
I shiver with sheer ectasy,
When it is darkness that I taste
Then dusk turns to dawn,
And the devil is to blame,
For nighttime in my daytime
And Vampire is my name..

Every nite I open my eyes,
Craving what others would despise.
Daylite now spent waiting for you,
Your mortal life I will undo.
The kiss of death would it be?
Or would it bring you unto me?
Shadows, Moonbeams, the latenite hour,
Envision our bond intense in power.
And for all eternity we will love,
Moonlit lovers in search of blood

The Night lingers upon us,
like the taste of sour cherries

Blackness, Darkness, a sheet of eternity
-our senses give in to the beauty.

The stillness of the sky, suggests all are in the deep trance,
surrendered to Sleep as a wounded warrior.

A figure, one of adornment, is lurking tonight.
Overpowering shadows fall upon the garden.

The roses of white wilt,
the red, stand high and mighty

The Master is upon us tonight.

As Sleep takes the soul's consciousness,
while falling into the world of black,
the Dark Stranger approaches.

Lust in it's eyes and heart pounding like a drum.
Say goodbye to your soul, defeat Sleep.

Surrender to the Dark Stranger.

As the Sun sets, the Moon rises.
The hunger persists-uncontrolled desires.
I cannot see,
past the deep red glow....
 
Obsessed with lust, the will to survive.
This that burns in my eyes-eternal life.
Forever in youth and beauty,
the Moon is my guide....
 
I've been moonlight stricken,
 
innocent, no more.
 
I cannot see past the deep red glow..

My love has crossed,
past the point of no return

A dangerous deed,
whose harsh consequence is known

Despite my fear,
his eternal kiss, I yearn

To conceal despair,
of someday being alone.

For his embrace,
one of devoted promise

Imprisons me,
within my very soul

But my heart's strength,
brings victory upon us

For loving a vampire,
mend spirits broke,to whole.