A Vampyre's Inamorata Poem by Maurice Rowlands

I watched you tending the flowers
At the altar in the church today
Your secret angelic smile towards me
Here in the shadows of my crypt
Casts light on a darkest day
Where others would run away

I wait for my night to end
So your day will begin
But then I watch the wretched sunlight
Burn away my kiss
From your fairest skin

Look up at the stained glass window
And wait for the sunbeams to pass
You will find my dark history
Glistening in the moonlight
In the images in the forged glass
My depiction an age old mystery

I wonder where one realm ends
And the other begin
As I watch the wretched sunlight
Wash away my touch
From your fairest skin

I feel the harpsichord music
That you play at every chance
Drifting down to where I sleep
And I wish I could take your hand
And ask you for one last dance
An eternal moment to keep

I wonder how my song will end
And yours will begin
As I watch the wretched sunlight
Brush away the dark musical notes
From your fairest skin

I cherish the scent of the flower
You leave for me each night
But I cannot return the gesture
As the flowers here on this dark side
Would only reject your light
And wilt away and fester

I wonder where the petals end
And the thorns begin
As I feel the wretched sunlight
Lift away my scent
From your fairest skin

You whisper your secret messages to me
To the statue in the church grounds
As you rest in the midday light
She then whispers them to me in hushed sounds
As I sit by her marble cold feet
In the stillness of the night

I would lay down my body
Once more in the wretched sunlight
If those last few moments of my life
And the last dying blood of my kin
Were spent lying close to you my love
Next to your fairest skin