Oh Spring,
with your dew drop lips
you beacon me to lookest
down through the clear windows
of morning, I watched as you turn
your angel eyes upon our western
skies, which in full spectrum
the round body of the sun
approaches with her burning *****.

Oh Spring,
the Earth show’s
her blushing cheeks,
and the Lord listens
to our prayers with patience.

The Valleys below;
with green meadows the
sun is peeking through
as the trees are longing
for the light, are turning
up their newly grown leafs.

Up to your bright pavilions
I can imagine the Angles singing
for your coming. They rise to the
occasion, like roses in bloom.

Let your beautiful sun soaked
rays visit Earths clime!
Come over the eastern hills,
until morning turns to nigh.

Let her winds kiss your
perfumed garments;
allow Earth to taste the
morning dew and evening rain;
scatter your richness upon
our barren lands that mourn for
greener pastures.

Oh Spring,
the forthcoming of your fairness
and soft touch's; pour your soft
kisses on the Earth’s surface;
and put your golden crown
upon her languish’d brow,
Whose modest tresses are bound
up for those who fell in love
with your blushing gown.

Oh Spring,
how I waited patiently
for your coming,
you have never forsaken me.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

A desire to live burns
within, it floods into the
depths of forgotten dreams.

Fear grips your mind,
as the monsters follow
behind.

Their breathe of ice
crawls upon your skin,
shivers migrate down your
spine.

Grinding bone and dripping blood,
the monsters mouth gaps wide,
revealing fangs sharp as knifes.

Wings of night, dark shadows
in flight as the moon shines
bright their secrets come into
light.

One bite, one night,
only forever they never die.

Lost souls stolen by the night,
within the ground lies their
dreams, once alive now are ashes
of memories of who they once were.

In between the teeth of angels
lives lust and desire to live
forever.

Vampire!

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

I bent down to reflect
upon the gaping hole you
left.

The chasm is deep and dark,
it devoured your memory
with its monstrous tentacles.

I am no longer your victim,
for I declare victory over my
heart.

I fell the chasm of my wounds
with poetry and my endless prose
hold together the gaps you created.

I stitched together the wounds.

Love, you stole the joy and
mystery from the journey
we started years ago.

You left me with pain and
deep bruises upon my heart.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Follow me under
slow and steady,
lower are you ready?

The shadows are no strangers
to my flight, for we hunt together.

Deep within the night
I take flight, upon
wings of death I come.

You will not see me coming,
lips of fear and eyes of
desire burn through your
mind pulling you into mine.

I am a beautiful monster,
a fanged Mona Lisa with
a heart of dust seeking
blood.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

Did I take it too far,
when I gave you my heart?

Digging deep, into the dark
the monster waits, there it
seats ready to eat the love
I gave, with its gaping mouth
it opens wide to take a bite.

Was it all a lie?

You play your games
of manipulation and control.

Do you know how to love?

Or is your heart made from ashes
and charcoal, making sure everyone
chokes on your mud?

The fire you kindle
consumes all who take a seat
at your table of disease.

Did I go too deep,
when I gave you the keys
to my heart?

I was forced to watch as you
drowned in your evil ways,
with the devil by your side,
He consumes everything I loved.

Did I take it too far,
when I gave you my heart?

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

You walk into a ballroom,
people are dancing with lights flashing to beating music.

A cold chill settles on your skin, it makes you shiver.

All eyes are on you,
the bubble pop’s that you keep yourself securely inside.

You realize everyone has turned into shadows with glowing eyes, they are now surrounding you, somehow you moved to the center of the room.

Each face wears a mask,
as they begin to laugh at you.

You can see a black mist moving behind the crowd,
it feels cold and dark.

The faces seem to get closer and back up again, like they are teasing you with their faceless dance.

Silk dresses, and black suits, feathered masks and flowing music surround you.

You dance with the shadows
as you realize you are dreaming.

The sound of feet drag upon the floor, and you can hear everyone breathing in your ear. As they slowly fade into the black mist.

You wake… Its 5 in the morning.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton

The smoke rose and the soul released.

They linger for awhile, moaning and
breezing around grazing your skin
with an icy touch.

Like a cold breath of electricity,
the chill is a reminder they are
still here.

Who yah gonna call,
When the ghosts come knocking?

Deep within the walls they crawl,
scratching and tapping.

They invade your dreams, where
it’s icy cold and they torcher
your soul.

You wake with a fright and
the ghost greets you with one
last ghastly scream.

©️ 2021 By Amanda Shelton