Solomon Crowley Poem by Robert F Estrada

Learn to heed
skybound warnings
many coy
and ominous tales
the weird
of Solomon Crowley
his madness
he now bewails

deemed upon
as prominent prince
sullen noble
becomes fallen wanderer
deepest rages
drive burning thirst
an immortal
with charnel desire

mated compulsion
the dangerous thirst
gaunt vampires
prey by night
savage consumption
without control
the twist
of everlasting life

Macabre illusions
a nightly venture
nightly collections
and crimson tolls
a witness
upon the spectacular
a predator
feeding upon souls

the caress
her oval emeralds
sweet lips
allow cunning smile
waist length
her raven strands
capture him
with easy beguile

close rivals
often do battle
she evokes
a lethal display
grey resistance
now encountered
in frustration
her powers betray

“ Please refrain”
“O”, “ fairest lady”
“My heart
' Stolen long ago”
“I am”
“Solomon the Eternal”
“An Immortal”
“ Without fragile soul”

“Forgive me”
”O”, “Handsome traveler”
“Mortals expire ”
“Before my song”
With grace
she moved fantastically
her magic
wild and strong

Solomon considers
this ghost girl
so magnificent
her elegant presence
centuries past
he could love her
such treasures
of mortal essence

awkward tension
morphs toward seduction
She remembers
his attractive face
special fragments
of lasting time
they savor
a romantic embrace

the scars
of human memories
painful shadows
reveal the past
lost friendships
can be recovered
queer offerings
the fates will cast

long days
they share together
brief ceremony
becomes lasting bond
time lapses
as friendly sorcerer
they journey
toward lands beyond

a scourge
comes barbaric years
relic quests
bring religious doubt
holy wars
breed global famine
rat plagues
sweep with drought

a millennium
of hostile changes
such challenges
take his wife
long months
vexed in pain
her battles
condemned with strife

he remembers
such childish passion
Solomon honors
her last request
Above Caledon
The Northern Highlands
mountain pools
of tranquil rest

the serenity
of Scottish beauty
Deep Fjords
with glacial lochs
He erects
a permanent tomb
made eternal
of granite block

the spear
of heartbreaking loss
his love
will never return
he denies
the hallowed cross
his thirst
will always burn

to exist
without a purpose
grim man
grows sadly dim
the winds
ferry him north
a place
called Polar Rim

Solomon awaits
the seasonal chill
he relinquishes
his vampire curse
thickest iceberg
encases him still
the ending
of Solomon’s thirst