Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Vampire Succession - Poem by Terence George Craddock (Spectral Images and Images Of Light)

Beauty such beauty
aspired startling appearance;
does not necessarily denote
noble beautiful nature.
Yet man in his organ lust,
wants to bed with it,
couple with it, and penetrate,
more than senses warmed.

Damp desire clothes are
crescendo discarded;
and endearments, intoxicate,
by murmuring aberrant degrees.
Felt warmth and distilled
aroma; signalling a sensuous woman;
is an opiate drug; to captivated;
ensnared invigorated senses.

Intense are sweated caresses
fluttering fascinated heart;
entrapping post-eden savage
enchanted beast; enslaved.
Blandishments euphoric; heated
wriggled excursions intensified;
soon imprison, far more tightly,
than wrists taken in iron chains.

Soon terminal honey trap
stands revealed naked;
in time illusive contemplated
where it cannot be touched;
as a hateful or beloved
mesmerizing creature bound;
to us secretly throughout
a previously feared eternity.

Why does your mother
bleed basins of blood?
Women are gentle weak
yet strong and enduring.

Every man is infiltrated
with superstitious dread;
fearing naked narcissism
attacks originating nightmares;
chilling walks across own grave
frozen living dead moments;
time frozen known as, blood lost
lust, no form released, living mercy.

Mankind carnivorous wallows
in deception, an entombing hell;
echoing inhuman origins
of own insidious making until;
casting off serpentine yoke
of the original lie lie lie.
Humanity perceives with reverence;
another embodiment is not to die.

Till mankind realizes that to evolve to grow;
we must cast off outgrown snake skin;
cast away imperfections and worldly sin;
to transcend matter; is not to die die die.

To transcend corrupted matter is not to die die die
beware bite deadly death sentence of the lie lie lie.

Copyright © Terence George Craddock

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Poem Submitted: Thursday, June 24, 2010

Poem Edited: Friday, April 15, 2011

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