I do not write poetry. You see, I am still learning English and you can't really create a good poem without knowing the whole language. I know Russian, yet I do not write Russian poetry either. Some say i just don't have a talent and I don't have any choise but to agree with them. Althouh I do not write poetry I love poetry. Here you will see a collection of poems related to the Darkness. Poems about death, vampires, gods, demons...

The Sick Rose

O Rose thou art sick
The invisible worm,
That fies in the night
In the howling storm.

Has found out thy bed
Of crimson joy:
And his dark secret love
Does thy life destroy.

Nocturnal Lover

Mystic dreams of darkened night
I await my lover of the twilight
In the foggy mist, is it he I see
or just a fantasy
Nocturnal lover come to me
I beg to serve and please
I yearn to feel your embrace
and leave you with my taste

Under the pale moonlight we meet
His embrace so cold and deep
His eyes as dark as the abyss
His gaze I cannot resist

Entwined in our lovers embrace
He begs for just one taste
He kisses me and leaves his mark
Now I'm his mistress of the dark

Mistress of the Dark

As the sun melts into the sky
I awaken with a yearning cry
a hunger burning deep inside

The lust for blood my only need
under the cloak of night I'll feed
with moon and star as my guide

Feeding upon handsome young men
feeling their blood trickle down my skin
drinking in their sanguine wine

Death they may want, tis not what they get
Life immortal is my gift
hunters of the night they will be
doomed to this quest for eternity.

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A demon love bite
sets you off to sleep at night
dreaming of the evil fire
the process of becoming a true Vampire
roaming a blackend earth
thinking of your satanic birth
craving the taste of that thick red nectar
sucking and sleeping to each new sector
avoiding the ever powerfull shadow
not quite ready to fight that battle
wondering why it had to be you
why you do the things you do
drinking all those people dry
begining to live an awful lie
when it's time to season
looking for every possible reason
that it possibly can't be right
why can't I rest in peace throught the night?

Corruption of a Minor

She was young and innocent
Until I came, until I went
I showed her love like never before
Taught her words like YES and MORE
We were wild and erotic
I made her life much more exotic
Yet at night she cries her tears
Living out her deepest fears
Hands in places they should not be
But she won't say a word to me
I own her heart, I own her soul

Her only possesion I have stole
I made her mine near an open grave
I planned to take, warily she gave
I bruised her psyche, raped her mind
No better man could she ever find
Under dark and stormy skies
I made my way up to her thighs
Caressed her with my finger-tips
Then did my work between her hips
I felt her damp sanguine affliction
As I spoke my words of benediction
My virgin-breaking sacred rite
Making loose what once was tight

She howled at me like wolf at moon
I knew it would be ending soon
She clawed at me, cutting deep
In my arms she gently weeps
Tears of joy and tears of pain
In her mind she goes insane
Going crazy, crazy over me
Yet still crying beneath a willow tree
Another day has come and gone
For me it's just another song
I've done it time and time again
But this time is the end

The truth has come and now I see
She aint the girl she used to be
She paints her lips a crimson red
Skin so pale she looks near dead
She's got no tan nor panty-line
This dark-turned goddess is only mine
She is beauty in her darkest form
For her soul, her parents mourn
I have created this woman-beast
The girl I knew is now deceased
Now I worship my sorceress queen
Even though her future's yet to be seen

She'll continue on her wicked path
Storing up her grapes of wrath
Pray to the god you no longer trust
As each day I dream of October Rust

Jezter

Alex Coles

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Waiting for blackness
eyes shut tight
skin like silver
comes the night
Always hungry
but it's not right
always hiding
from the light

You drink me up
you like my wine
you make me sigh
you make me shine
Please take me with you
and make me divine
or give me your time
and I'll be just fine

I know that one night
you'll do it in haste
you can't help it
you like the taste
I'll prove to you
it won't be a waste
'cause I'm not afraid
I'm an angel disgraced

There's nothing left
of me to save
I'll be your love
I'll be your slave
And all we'll leave is
an open grave
your mind is like
an open grave.

So, did you like poems I got here? Wanna make my collection bigger? If so, then send your poems to me - if I like it I'll put it here. Do we have a dial? :)