Tuesday, July 29, 2008

Angry Horde

The rain is not enough to wash it all away
Because it is all here laying underneath,
Wet, green, mud, rot beneath our feet
Earth sucking you deep, holding firm,
Releasing only what it does not need.
Wind whipping hair, hail beating down,
Winter in spring, anger bringing despair

Fighting, screaming go away, ripping hair
The urge to kill, maim destroy, must not
Inconsiderate nasty evil things beings
Slammed hard fighting back, screaming
Pain, too much pain, loss, falling coming apart

Winds strong whipping pulling blowing all away
Trees cracking splitting away, screaming as they fall
Tread the cracked earth as it shakes and moans
Clawing up and out of fissures that snap and roar
The dredges of hell come with me armed, ready to play

Scream beg, run, hide I seek the streaming red blood
As it pours from the cuts, slashes of the dark horde
My blood spreads on this land, yours follows soon
Gnashing of teeth, grinding bone, stringy sinew
No place to hide, no place to go, fight the battle

Stand firm on blood soaked ground, lose not your way
All things on the living earth will one day follow the horde
When the earth turns inside out and darkness covers all.

©Saroya Poirier 07/29/08

Monday, July 28, 2008


I watched as he moved through the milling crowd
My breath caught in my throat to see him now
Would he see me here, when others could not
As I pass though time, is it now or is it not

Will he feel my hand if I reach out to touch
His skin I crave its warmth I have missed
Centuries weigh upon my incorporeal being
I miss his smell his flesh, taste of his lips
Feel of his breath on flesh as he kisses my neck

As I journey alone in this world unseen
I have waited for him an eternity it seems
I whisper thoughts desires, enchanted words
Spells ancient as time to draw him to shade

He smiles and laughs as he passes friends
I drift ever-closer press myself to him
No acknowledgement no response, ignored again
So near yet invisible to one I had slain

My head on his chest his breath becomes rapid,
He lives in truth while I wander undead.
His fear I can taste, this close to his heart
He fears the unknown of what he cannot see

Does his soul remember our unholy union?
The feel of his blood as it drained away
His screams, his pleading to stay with me
My shock disbelief as we both died that night

How does he live in this world of man?
Does he not know I have waited for this day?
The day he will come so I may transform
Then I shall be able to bring him over to me

I while away the centuries trapped as I am
I drift on the whims of the winds of time
Waiting for one that waits not for me,
While he dies then is reborn through each century

Friday, July 18, 2008

A to Z Dark Sire

Appealing demeanor strong forthright
Body ripe women swoon at your bite

Candle lit nights, hypnotic gaze
Desire succumb, eyes covered a haze

Ecstasy, breath, physical eruption
Feelings of lust fear of corruption

Gracious in public, a demon at dark
Hot to the touch, bite like a shark

I fight for my life, eternity unending
Jugular ruptured life at its ending

Knight with sword to joust and mount
Luscious in bed, hard to surmount

Man at one time now reigns supreme
None can compare so unreal a dream

Oh, how I quake at your cold breath
Partake of my body in a dance of death

Quaking, shuddering, shivering heat
Real, imaginary he makes me complete

Slaking the thirst a drought of desire
Terror in black, my haunted dark sire

Until times end, evil master of seduction
Visions of blood, war, death destruction

Weapons used to snare the unaware
Xavier practiced death and despair

You took that spark ignoring my plea
Zest for life you have stolen from me.

©Saroya Poirier 7/16/08

Friday, July 11, 2008

The Pear

The fibrous flesh of the full ripe pear
Soothed the dryness of my darting tongue
The fresh aroma of dripping juice
Regenerate my flagging soul
I buried my tongue deep in its flesh
Listening to her erratic breath
The soreness within me vanished
As we out spirits began to soar

© Saroya Poirier 2008


It’s inconceivable to be buried alive in this life
Vanished, invisible, non-existent, unseen
The loam is stiflingly thick in its fibrous depth
Dig deep smell the aroma of rot and death
Smothered in dirt to regenerate the earth
Sounds of earthworm, beetles and roots
Listen carefully to the sound of bodies that die
Feeding the crawly things wiggle in the dirt
Restless mind heavy swimming in muck
Time to crunch on those that munch away my decay
Sounds of the dwellers of daylight seep inside my damp grave
Drawing me out, drawing me up, leaving behind inconceivable death
Clawing up pushing earth, smells rain, animals, human, a treat
Teeth ache, hunger inside pulling free can no longer hide
Come little man, come feed me now, see me not until the dawn
By then little man, your blood will be gone your soul will have flown
Then I will move on, and you will lie still buried in earth
To feed the crawly things that wiggle in the dirt.

© Saroya Poirier 7/11/08

Friday, July 4, 2008

Beneath This Stone

I lay alone beneath this stone, for 100 years or more
The seasons progress overhead, affect me not at all
Long rest
Soft whispers of mortal voices is all I discern
Nay not one gives me pause to cease my unnatural rest
Than upon my stone cold grave an extra weight I feel
Words from a mortal man as he lies upon my tomb
Voice unused throat so dry impossible to breathe
Release me from my cold dark grave the words I try to say
I whisper softly words only meant for him to hear
It’s blood I crave within my grave sustenance I need
With each tap of hammer on chisel my heartbeat starts again
In anticipation, I wait, as with each hit stone falls away
Work faster; strike harder, Chip away at my grave
For what you seek, lies buried beneath, hurry I wait
First bite of your flesh is what I need
Ah, my love you are what I desire
Your request I can fulfill
Come to me, come lay with me awhile
Tis not the end for you and I
But only the beginning

©Saroya Poirier July 4th 2008
1:48 AM

Inspired by a poem by Lance Cheuvront