Kiss Of Darkness Poem by Steven Cooke

A grain of sand was once my rock
this rock was once my life
and life was but a story,
lost in the nurseries of time.

The shadows you see
cannot be trusted,
the sun bleeds red in shame
fleeing to another realm,
for it is time for me to reign.

I who have seen
the doors of time close
on ambitions of kings
and paupers dreams.
Decay and deceit
all pay homage to me,
behind this curtain of immortality.

Immortality that sweetly came
under the shadow of injustice gallows.
Exiled out of reach of Christ,
my saviour an angel of the night.
Her kiss of darkness
my redemption from life.

Life is now a memory
no fear upon my lips.
Only light can bar my way
for darkness is where I play.
These wings of death
will plague your dreams
and you will long for me.

Long for the thirst of liquid life
To take the thing that life denies.
No bride can cross this altar
for love will wake for me.

And love will be
an image of God
that mirrors cannot find.
I will be the valentine
concubines my queen
and together we will lurk
amongst this vineyard of blood
salivating on what we see.

Humanity will soon be ripe
fermenting in their illusions of life,
your shadows are destined for me.
Room temperature and decanted right
for tonight I have a gracious bite.

Death will come in empty glass
for sleep will find no blood.
Your existence will not be wasted
for the night now owns your soul.
The stars will be you're only light
and another victim will die this night.