Suspended by his wrath
A mind that is fraught
With delusions about his genius
And a sea of dissatisfaction
Yearning to reach a bliss
Hanging by his dark desires
Burning in his blazing fire
The Vampire lurks.....
Led by a belief
That he will get his release
Riding on her dreams
As he spots her, his inner eye gleams
He gets a whiff of the expanded soul
And he wants ALL of it to make him whole
The light that will glorify him
The Vampire strikes.....
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
A wee bit o erotica, perhaps, yes, no? ! Ya got me thinkin' & thts w'ut makz good writin, my dear! Keepin' yir Read'r on ther' toze......fjr