Watch for her fangs,
She digs deep into your throat
Tearing quick through flesh
Like two needles into wool
Easily and noiselessly

Your skin fires to a new sensation,
You then hear angels sing,
Loved ones humming,
A soothing melody like in a cave
Echoes dying out farther

And so you let your eyelids down
To see with the mind,
Cheerful faces and white gowns
Standing around a milky fountain,
Overflowing onto the snowy floor

Streaming slowly into a little pool
Lying in it, the white queen
Visible, the smooth skin on her thighs,
Appearing briefly as she turns,
You swallow hard and loud

Her long white hair falls on the shoulders,
And just enough to cover the twin deer
But not what your mind can see
The perfect curve lines running around them
Appearing soft like cotton candy

She raises her hand, grabbing yours
Pulling you slowly into the milky pool
Letting you sit between her legs
As your back rests in her chest,
Your skin rubbing smoothly against hers,
Wrapping her arms around you

Your head rests on one shoulder
Her mouth close to your ear,
A gentle whisper, hissing lightly,
Steadily calming your heart beat

You feel the warmth of her breath,
Like steam from a cup of hot coffee
Moisturizing the skin on your neck
A point when it all freezes

The humming stops,
Fountain freezes along with the stream
And suddenly, a prickle like,
Sharp and intense,
But only for a second

Then time runs again,
A single drop of red,
Splashing into the snowy pool,
Slowly, it appears to dissolve
But fades not

And suddenly, a rumbling
Sweeping through like a wave
A moment when all changes

Many black cloaks surrounding
Red spreads quickly from the tiny drop
Filling up the pool, into the little stream,
Then the floor, and lastly the fountain

Her long hair now looks deep red
The air smells dead, metallic
Her breath and flesh, cold
She howls, flashing her fangs
And the shadows cheer

The vampire queen!!!

Crack, a littlesound from the mast
Reacting cordially to the touch of the monsoon
On her old wooden structure
A tender embrace he gives
Stretching wide the black canvas
Whispering tales of the brave
The once beautiful and strong
But now lay wrecked at sea bottom
Harboring souls of the deadCaptain Black and his crew
An old map of the sea
To the lost moving island
Resting the rulers of the sea
The great kings of pirates

Whoosh, gentle waves drifting
Rocking us rhythmically
A musical sensation it feels
Like a fine tune of a classical
Conducted live in the open sea
Trumpets, trombones and tubas
Violins, violas and harps
A symphonic sound for the traveling souls
And as the sea guardians work
Attending to Captain White in his cabin
I stand on the deck
Relishing thecold breeze
Watching the moon shiftOn a midnight sail

Doesn’t everything look stunning?
Shoulders out, black dress
Displaying your youthful body
Firm *******, wonderfully crafted,
An amazing figure line, curvy
White pearls around your neck
A warm smile stealing men's hearts

And yes, it’s all about you
Since the night is so young,
You can run a little wild
While your bones are still strong,
And your hair so dark,
Blowing with the cool wind on your back
And who there is to judge?

What do they know about you?
Except the captivating beauty in their eyes
Like a goddess dressed in gold, glowing
Ancient and yet stunning as ever
All longing to trophy a young and free spirit
Like it is a contest of the quickest
How improper and shaming?!

Their minds empty of reality,
Unaware of the shadow under your feet
Holding within the tears of the past
Carefully hidden in the dark
The long days of bruises, abused,
And cold nights of scorn,
And here they are, scaling your actions

What do they know? Why even try?
But I don’t scale you my dear,
Cause I heard what our shadows told each other
Running images through our minds
Of the days far behind
When all was out of reach
Stretching but unable to touch
Except the thick glass we peered through
As our eyes held wonder
Of the beautiful world beyond

Long chains cutting deep,
In both my wrists and ankles
I watch my flesh decay,
Falling off, feeding my only friend,
The little mouse in my dungeon
Reminding me of freedom, each day,
And how it all depends on my choice

Now, cloth me up so nice,
White suit, black tie and rose
Let me speak, but not walk on the path of truth,
Best smile, firm handshake and a warm hug
Avoid all mirrors, can’t let anybody see,
That which lurks behind my reflection,
Moves in the shadow besides me

A stranger within, a second voice
Two souls fleshed as one, possessed
The unending war deep within
Black verses white, a smudge
Grayish, sometimes darker
And tonight I shine bright,
Casting a shadow so dark

One more time I come,
The monster you created,
Deep down in your dark heaven
For your coronation, dark spirit,
But wait for your black rose
An ending reign to your kingship,
As I break down your stone wall
And raining red on its ruins