…Have you ever wondered what vampiric poetry might look like? Well, I guess I did. So, this is my first attempt at writing poetry. And yes, it is kind of dark, but you get the picture. Plus, it also goes quite nicely with some of my later works. So enjoy…
On Tenebrous Wings By Jeff LeMond
Over moonlit mountain, woodlands, hillside streams;
A candle lighted village,
gazing down on furtive dreams.
Over clouds, through space and time,
Time suspended, or so it seems.
I search the night for something right.
Alive, on tenebrous wings.
A preternatural feeling; deep inside my soul,
drives medieval hunger,
it dare not let me go.
Once again surrendering to what this new life brings.
A thousand lifetimes lived at night,
aloft on tenebrous wings.
A smile becomes a rictus,
the heart is beating fast.
A race against the sunrise.
The darkness rushing past.
I contemplate the future,
and what tomorrow brings.
Alive for now, Forever Knight,
Away, on tenebrous wings.
And what survival does to me, alas, it’s hard to tell.
An endless thirst, an agony. A cruel witch’s spell.
I’l never see a bluebird fly; or hear the song he sings.
Imprisoned by relentless spite,
Tenacious Tenebrous Wings.
“ That is not dead; which can eternal lie. And with strange eons, even death may die.”
The Necronomicon H. P. Lovecraft