vempire poetry

the devil's lair
filled with thyme and weed
withholding the spirits of the enraptured and damned
darkness playing upon this pool of madness
sharing in insane play

the devil lept towards his fall
sharpening his teeth on defiled flesh
the stench of corpses streaking the air

the chalice floats filled
with the blood of innocent core
ravished by the dark keeper

His beauty rushed into the sea
condensed into tears to call
his drowning progeny who held hands

For a moment his fear was lost
before the waves of his body tossing
in lucid rays of the sun,
a bloody tear drop.