Holy Vampyress; Holy Beloved Poem by Steve Trimmer

At my bedside she appears………….Labrys in hand
Her sweet sanguine breath, nigh to my face
Infusing me with Her volition, til Her jaws clasp around my neck

Thus sees I into ‘r soul an’ ethereal essence
As ‘r frigid fingers caress my face……….my countenance un-holy!
Whence cometh She from days of yore…yet…………
Reproachful echoes of caitiff countermands take to the sound waves
I nothing care

Oh! Her swarthy cloak streams in breeze of this waning Blood Moon
As Samhain encroaches
Her protruding eye teeth so glisten red in it’s silvery glower
She, pallor of skin…….She, earth’s counterpart of the emotive White Lady
So, I thus ascend unto Her path of a left-handed Darkness
Reveling, reveling in ’r benighted red effluence of profundity
O! ……..well-a-day! …. Her present incarnation wills ’gainst Her astral-self
……….tears so red I hath wept, fee-grief girds my heart

Mark me dear Lady, these lamentations thou must hearken my Vampyress
……….“For, verily, I canst nothing fly this life with all but half my soul! ”

With wroth-worn an’ weary spirit, so I continue utterances to sway ‘r heart;

“ Thou mayst think me a naïf, so be’t………..yet tis I who knows thee, though thoust knows not thyself …..ye forgone of the recollections………mark me!
Consanguine hearts we share; Conduct perusal upon my face
As I speak, search thine own heart for the truth of it…….or lack thereof
Thou art the left-hand of The Danu’s reciprocity methinks
Bleed my essence sweet Daughter o’ Lilith fair
Echoes call to thee from the past;
When our sea of Euxeinos Pontus wast surely blood-laden; in implacable redness
Dana’s rivers coursed a lascivious ruby shade………giving life to the land
Sojourn there with me once more m’Lady
Our vessel’s course laid by the crooked finger of Hecate

Ah! ……….then eyes un-darken? ……. how now? …..memory beguiles thee!
Yea, how now my blood-drunk Queen?
Stand up from thy Chair of Forgetfulness, awaken from this casket dreaming
Transcend, Transcend! …………fly now……………..fly higher!
Taste of mine own blood lingers still upon thy lips
Kiss of Death………is the Kiss of Life
Tarry here a while my love
We, who didst ascend from the caverned-womb of our Mother Earth- Gaea
I drown uxoriously, inhaling red waters at will, in thine own sanguinary lust
Thoughts of mine be german to thine……….how salacious!
An alchemy of blood-lust addiction shared it seems

My Vampyress, my Beloved
Shalt we usher in this new age of theism?
To thus quell this current condition of an aberrant age; this folly age of ‘reason’
That which would condone a world of faith forgone?
A world now bereft of spiritualism, necromancy and auguries

M’ Lady………………. our charge is clear
If united, tis we who shalt mend these maladies so found here
In the stoical pragmatism of the earthly bournes (where fools preside)
Yet, if divided, there can be no indemnity or recompense for our pusillanimity
Condemning ourselves to an eternal perdition of guilt and lamentations
Oh! Woe to us if we follow naught of our hearts!
Thence, recalling lost memories in vain, of Mnemosyne’s altars
Wallowing through the stagnant blood in the fords of lifeless rivers
Feeding only on the dead blood of regret
This can not be our mission from The Fates! By the Gods no!

No, nary a day spent in this destiny false………..nary a moment
For we are the ancient corpses born again
The deadpan who walk the Earth…………eyes lit alive fore’er
Gift of the sight bestowed ‘pon us
As so be’t ‘r breath which blows the winds of life into specters forlornly
In the quiet watches of the night; we emerge from our coffin-beds of revery
Tis we who bleed the lifeless dry (with empathizing furry)
Purifying those souls forwent of faith an’ hope (they can suffer no more)
Appear do we, by their bedsides, night after night, after night
As they rejoice in the horrors of our presence
Laying steadfast in trepidation, wishing a quickened end
Ah! For soon they shalt live for eternity; Passing through portals of blackened mists
We are keepers of the gateways to Tir na Nog
Children of Lilith, Children of Morrigana, Children of Hecate...Children of The Death Muse
Bringers of life through death……..a beginning
Not an end
We, the timeless Keepers of Darkness
Those who trod upon recondite an’ esoteric pathways
Searching, searching………calling out to our misplaced Sisters and Brothers
Our loved ones lost, who walk the death walk; haunted in exile


Vampyress, thou art one such a Sister
Follow with diligence, the path way of the Ley Lines
Pathway to the One Mind
For the Lines bleed red upon this eventide
Hollow screams resounding from Tartarus
As Theia, The Solar Queen, sits hind the horizon
We hoist sails of black ’pon our longships of gloom
An’ set a course for the Western Lands; land of death and rebirth
Led by necrophagous birds and beasts (The Morgan’s crow caws in delight)
Back, back, back………to lands of Atlantis
We shalt swim once more; in our melancholic pool of eruditions with such contentment
Forsooth, my love, tis I ……..the beheaded Wild Hunter; Gwydion thou dost seek”

………….remember…………..remember……………………………….................................................remember! The eyes never lie.


Steve Trimmer