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The hour grows closer to midnight, the shadows are haunted and sheer,
The lovers whose paths are but fickle are warmed with the moon's ghostly leer,
All that thrives in daylight have long gone to their bowr'y repose,
And all who still linger in the dusk's dull glimmer are sentinels brazen with prose.

The messenger wind brings the tidings of another tempestuous storm,
With scintillating play the lightning displays a lone dancer in night's finest form.
Skeletal trees rake the air in their haste to be free and to sway their distress
And in cloak of coal blue she creeps like a cat, Meylisse the warrioress.

The murky light glows in her silken red tresses and the body so youthful and lithe,
The pits of her striking blue eyes are appalling and her rhythms hypnotize.
Her bone-white skin is parchment, cold and smooth as ice in rain,
Blue veins of vengeful hunger mark her curse: that starving pain.

Silently, deftly she moves as a nymph, a spirit of night, a childs lurid fable,
Venerable creature with powers untold, all things dark indelible; death, she wore sable.
Ancient of days, dancer of death, sworn keeper of the sacred bleeding spire,
The chosen of the damned, child of peccadillo, Meylisse our lustrous vampire.

Along this well-tread path she slinks with doelike grace and skill,
Nary a noise to make this night, her only intent in the kill.
A lover of sport and society's whims she longs for the ballroom this night,
But the strain in her head sets her heart to the hunt, she must feed before it is light.

Her black silken slippers caress the worn stone, her footfall is faint and surreal,
Clad in loden green velvet she enters the courtyard, her smile to gentry an appeal.
For in that small refuge the mortals do play, and to play with the mortals, divine!
Her porcelain beauty causes gentlemen to stare, lucid gestures for a sentient sublime.

In the spurious light of the candles she tarries, beseeching the menfolk to move,
To sweep her away, to sample her poison, to have for their dreams her love.
And with each ardent suitor she dances, she whispers her song in their ear,
like a siren who lives for the moment, her intent to all listeners quite clear.

Drunk with his fancy and the grace of her limbs, a gentleman offers his arm,
Tall, dark and brutish in bearing and form his smile sure and quick, but calm.
He'd watched her trifle with all the youths, and bored of coquettish games,
grasped her arm and pulled her close to dance as the flickering flames.

With stars in her eyes to hide the pain in her head, assenting his imposing prestige
She assaults his gaze with a stare of her own and mesmerizes him with its rage.
The strength of her body ten times of this hulk she knows he's a child in her web
Her pain grows vivid so close to his veins and she whispers, willing agony to ebb.

"I am only a girl, I know not of love, yet with you I scarcely can breathe,
Your eyes are full of passion sir, and I cannot help but perceive
That with each moment I'm in your arms I feel I must possess
That insatiable power I see in your touch, the tenderness of your caress."

"I am only an innocent, kind sir, only a child in your arms,
But would that I could love you sir, I know I'd be safe from harm.
You're strong and handsome too young man, my passion I'd release,
And caress your form with all my strength, I'm sure I'd fit to please".

"So come stroll with me in the moonlight sir, before I must retire,
Come promenade to the forest my love and there give me the depth of your fire."
She coyly smiles into his eyes and he dumbly nods his assent,
The youth who moments ago was so fierce but a slave with his back sorely bent.

She leads him away through the bracken, and nary a soul sees them go,
He already drugged on his passion, She needing his life for her own.
The storm that had threatened now berates the sky with forked tongues of fire afoul,
The skeleton limbs reaching up to the moon dancing drunkenly with the wind's eery howl.

She whispers sweet words to calm him and traces a finger down his spine,
He reaches for her in the frenzy of earth's forces clashing in time.
No longer can she wait, the ancient one must feed,
Meylisse the vampire strikes him then to finish the sordid deed.

His mind is filled with pleasure, his pain like ecstasy
As she pierces his flesh with her razor fangs and smiles to see him bleed.
With insatiable hunger for his youth she drinks of the syrup sublime,
The pain in her head now abating as she's filled with life's crimson wine.

Now he struggles but slightly, this handsome young fool of such brawn,
The life in his breast flutters lightly, and with glassy dark eyes it is gone.
The power of his spirit surges through her, Meylisse the predator,
The ancient one, the warrioress, the fabled one of lore.

The murder now complete she smiles a pernicious bloody smirk,
And her splendid form, eons old, rises up from the loamy dirt.
She raises her porcelain face to the sky and with bloodied lips raises a cry,
"One with all eternity, This youth, this vigor, and I!"


Hewo's evwybody..... Sorry I've been so awful and noncommunicative; All work and no play makes Lindz Homicidal.

How's everyone????