A Revenants allure. (A poem about vampires.)
Like the instant before your eyes close and your body gives in to sleep,
Like the ache in your throat that bulges and grows when you weep.
It’s like the eruption of purple thunder, growing vast in the skies,
It’s like the crack deep in your stomach, when you’re telling lies.
That sharp, piercing burst, through the surface of your skin,
It peels away your thoughts and makes them paper thin.
It draws out every inch of you in euphoria and in calm,
And you bat your eyes in knowing, its doing no harm.
It feels like a tempest, a storm crashing the earth and wrecking mighty ships.
Oh and its such a lovely vision, my dear, when the blood is on your lips.