End of Twilight

Beyond the horizon the sun lies fallen
and stars have yet to show in glorious light;
The night's darkest hour has come with hidden sighs
of silent vampires.

The scent of flesh stalks the land with evil minds;
malign intentions hunting innocent blood
The living dead of noble descent feeding
on a virgin's vein.

Demonic caress leaves a sorrowful soul;
to mourn a passing dream of desire's touch;
Unholy spirit with a satanic heart;
Incubi by name.

Ever youthful, immortal with godless smiles,
bring ceaseless nightmares with a cold deathly touch
Resides in everlasting Cimmerian realm;
at End of Twilight.


© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

Enchanted Dreams

Lost and found in enchanted dreams,
There is a world beyond the sky.
Where you are found by honeyed sigh
And none will ever hear your screams.
A beauty held in silken seams,
Bereft of hope you can but lie
And wait for love to free the tie,
So you can dance with the moon beams.

He has you in a grip of vice.
Caught in strands of his vampire charm.
With none that hear warning’s alarm,
Alone again his touch like ice.

A vibrant dream, you want to wake!
Before you feel his anger rake.
Escape his hold before you sink
Or will he keep you at this brink.

‘Come my pretty, return to me,’
Stay in this dark and endless night.
Savour the passion at your feet,
In a vampire’s realm you are free.
Living in shadows, never light,
Taking the blood of prey you meet.

The battle of love beauty fights,
Or does she yield to his cold grasp?
Does hope still remain in her sights?

Beauty sees good beyond hell’s rasp,
A heart that lies within the dark
Her hand can touch, release the clasp

She finds her love open and stark,
On him she left her fatal mark.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.

For the Love of a Vampire

In love I lose myself to Echo beach
The moon now sits within my needing reach.
The days pass too slowly ‘til I can return
To his arms so that our passion can burn.

A kiss lingers sweeping me from my feet
Left in daylight’s darkness until we meet.
Ignite the flame for his tender lips’ bite
A little of my blood makes him feel right.

Limbs twist to his demand to meet his need
Dazed in his love as he takes nightly feed.
Flight to the clouds, with his love I am free
A life immortal as fate said would be.

The love of a vampire carries no end
As Incubus and Succubus ascend.

© Jem Farmer 2008, all rights reserved.