*Illustration reference:
Nosferatu the Vampyre
(Werner Herzog, 1979)
He comes to you as if a dream
Eyes black onyx, skin like cream
You’re horrified while mesmerized
You’d run if you weren’t paralyzed
Yet opened to his charms like door
Bewitched, beguiled by bloodless gore
You’re out of body, float above
Then traps you with his wraith-like love
And clasps you in a chilled embrace
No breath overflows your close-pressed face
He turns your cheek with single finger
A cat-like claw does trail and linger
On your pulsing vein with lust
Then into neck his canine’s thrust
You feel your life drain like an eave
Your spirit soon will take its leave
His sustenance, you’re meant to be
But you submit, tis destiny
There is no doubt you will not make it
Soul once pure, he deigned to take it
Foul miasma, sharp as knife
He takes his leave while snatching life
Yet gifts you dream, turned dark as mud
His alms, delicious as your blood…
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