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The sun had died
The moon shall rise
Wolves howl at its light
Down in the basement
Of Dracula's estate
He awakes...Rising vertically
From His coffin
His jaws bear the fangs of death
Caped in black silk & satin
Preparing for the bloodfeast
Demonic eyes
Widow's peak
He grins...And flies up into the night...
Dining amongst impaled corpses
Mixing their blood in the wine
Tyrant-ruler in the Carpathian Mountains
Commanding minstrels to play
Stench of rotting bowels polluting the air
He smirks & revels with his concubines
Unrivalled, His evil, so powerful here
Fortress of Sodom, He holds so dear
Chests of treasures taken in battles
Rewards of victorious exploits
None dare to speak His name
For the terrible things to follow...Cursed in a church by a priest
Damned to walk the earth
In perpetual redemption
Child of perdition
To live off the blood of maidens
Never again to know the light of day
Alas...Prince of Darkness
Feels the pain
Of his everlasting curse
ETERNAL HATRED
Lord of Vampires
Feels the hate
Despising the light
And al it represents
ETERNAL HATRED
Quells within
Burning in his black heart
Swearing his revenge upon..."God"!Arriving on the balcony
Of a damsel's home
Beckoning her to join him
In Darkness to roam
Feeding on her tender neck
Rich oozing blood
Drips down the sides of his lips
She falls frail in his dark embrace
Branded by Count Dracula
Bride of the King of the Undead
Black Mass Wedding to take place
She will be his forever!
But still...Prince of Darkness
Feels the pain
Of his everlasting curse
ETERNAL HATRED
Lord of Vampires
Feels the hate
Despising the light
And all it represents
ETERNAL HATRED
Quells within
Burning in his black heart
Swearing his revenge upon..."God"!Into the ritual chamber
He calls upon Father Satan
Consecrate the marriage, Master
To this mortal mate
He cuts his chest, the lady sucks
The ageless essence
A thousand decades olde
Candles spark aflame
At the mention of his name
Demons watch with devil eyes
Whispering to eachother
Lucifer possesses her soul...
"Lips not on lips, but on eachother's wounds
Must suck the envenomed body of the loved
And through the tideless blood draw nourishment
To feed the love that feeds upon their deaths"Torches light the dim hallways
Of the many rooms in the chateau
Servants prepare the dormantic dwelling
Nosferatu takes refuge
Transylvanian soil lies cool
Dawn threatens his existence
From death to death he sleeps...On a country road
A carriage rides
Vampire's sacrifice armed with holy relics
Going forth to abolish the villain
To satisfy his urges...The foolish old man enters the darkside
The abysmal abode of he who rests
Servants of evil await his arrival
To devour this courageous morsel's flesh
Lunging from the shadowy crevasses
Clawing like unto rabid beasts
Hissing & growling to rip out his heart
Eat it before his fading eyes
Laughter to resound as he dies
But quickly a crucifix is shown
Placed on the decaying flesh of the vrykolax
Burning its image deep as it groans...Prince of Darkness
Feels the pain
Of his everlasting curse
ETERNAL HATRED
Lord of Vampires
Feels the hate
Despising the light
And all it represents
ETERNAL HATRED
Quells within
Burning in his black heart
Swearing his revenge upon..."God"!Making his way towards the secret place
Which harbors the master of night
He opens the coffin & raises the mallet
Ready to thrust the stake like a knife
Into the putrid heart to spill
All the wicked deeds of his horrible past
A spechtre gaze, his bloodshot eyes
Grabs the god-lover by the throat
Raises his limp body in the air
Impaled upon his own deathtool
Dracula laughs all the while
He is the Lord of Death
None can be so vile...Vlad the Impaler lives on!
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A tale of vengeance from beyond the grave - the dark figure gains revenge for the disturbance of his nocturnal peace and nightly activities.
Suspend Disbelief...
atanic Serenades are Infernal Reflections upon both vital existence and mythology, written in a beautiful, sometimes terrifying polemical, imaginative Gothic style, which inspires contemplation and darkest entertainment. Both fictional and non-fictional concepts are contained herein as veritable “diabolical psalms” for those who resonate to The Satanic perspective, and appreciate the sinister aesthetic.
Divided into several sections, the black heart poetry of Satanic Serenades features odes, observations, and experiences which will manifest the Dark Side of the mind. Also features The Legend of Haunted Devil’s Canyon, a poetic horror anthology based upon frightening urban legends.
Suspend disbelief, relax in your blackened candle-lit chamber, as the night unfolds, the fog rolls in, and be taken into a Theater of Nightmares and Shadowy Dreams.
Your Hellish journey is about to begin... you have been warned... Enter at your own risk!
NOW AVAILABLE & Unleashed on Friday the 13th of the 13th year, this pictorial, illustrated edition features poems accompanied by artwork to further accentuate the foreboding travels into the inner mind and outer world.
Your journey is about to begin…
You travel along Route 666 where many strange & wonderful things can be seen once your eyes accustom to the darkness herein. The Devil’s pikestaff road sign emerges up from Hell directing you to your next destination throughout the Four corners of The Black Earth. Make your choice:
6. THE LEGEND OF HAUNTED DEVIL’S CANYON
6. THE LEGEND OF DEVIL LAKE
6. DEVIL’S GATE
13. BLOODTHORN MANORFantasy & reality are blurred in these shadowy dimensions, where the nightmares of your mind project onto reality, creating a world of invigorating terror!
No turning back! ∞
[ Also view Draconis Blackthorne's Poetry on Postpoems.com ]
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