"Stregoica (Vampire) (poem)" by Stephanie ´Pegacorna´ Nichole Small

Entrust your immortal soul to the gothic succubian demon
Illustrious instinct inspires luscious compassion

ecstasy in purity

She will sacrifice the chosen to the sacred alliance
and burn her victim’s dignity like the finest of incense

in a labyrinth of perfect fragrance
a sacrosanct of grace
the enchanting sorceress captivates your blanketed soul
the hypnotic promise,
the longing, a fascinating invitation
the yearning passion in an ordained ritual
of luxurious melody

eternal blackness rests in acidic elegance of erotic destiny
the seducing vampiress shall enrapture life into submission
at present you lay unscathed
liquify in femininity
ebony cloak echoes brilliantly against her warm presence
succumb to her glory
submit in warped instinct

unaltered years, unchanging grace, inert complexion adroit,
piercing eyes, deep, reflecting peacock green, tinted blue
hidden in a lustrous mane of bronze
yearning fragrance of lust and romances dances passionate
sweet, low and exquisite voice flows gently from her lips

emotions are a labyrinth of tyrannic melancholy depression
here feelings reject existence, except the purest craving
in her lair diamonds as fangs
flash erotically in the still

unable to move
collision of stimulation
sultry grace
ivory impales
slash the pallor of the flesh
steal the spirit inside

A moment lost,
Meditation hallucinatory,
death lies bleeding

Life slows to a cool Armageddon, realism so decrepit
The way clears, vision relieves, we see lips as crimson tears
An immortal ritual dances so temperate, inspire compassion
She pierces her fine wrist,
Henna blood cascades

Coppery elixir, emanating down your precious throat
Thick dulcet nectar
Massages silently through your body
Your hearts thrash
Undeviating cadence

One.
Two.
Separate.

Gateway trespassed
Into an era,
Supernatural vampirism
Black mood rises in your dungeon of passionate empathy

Mourning wings take flight