Thursday, November 13, 2014

Undead Embrace a dark poem of vampire love by Neil Benson

Undead Embrace -a dark poem from a mortal to a vampire lover.

Whenever I run, 
 wherever I hide,
your dark presence finds me.
It fills me with fear.
It fills me with joy.
I try to resist you,
but my will always fails me.
I am drawn back to you,
across distance and time.
Memories of pleasures,
no mortal could imagine.
Feelings of pain,
no mortal could endure.
My resistance is fading,
closer I come.
Your dark Castle before me,
where you've lived for all time.
I go to your chamber
to submit to your will.
Your perfect face
hides a goddess of death.
Pale white lips and dark blue eyes
draw me to your netherworld.
Your caress my body
until I'm aflame.
Closer you come,
and I show you my neck.
Ecstasy overwhelms me,
with the sharpest of pain. 


  In Dark Journeys, short stories and dark poems describe perilous paths taken by mortals, vampires, and other creatures of the night. Some survive, others don't. Why not join them on their journey through the gates of hell, so to speak.
 

 

Monday, November 10, 2014

A vampire battles werewolves in the anthology Dark Journeys

Excerpt from a short story in the anthology Dark Journeys.
 
"Two dark shapes appeared and converged on Monique.
Driving closer revealed the details of the brown-haired werewolves. When the closest one lunged at her, she bent her knees and tossed the beast over her head into the brick wall. The other werewolf wrapped its paw-like hands around her face, trying to gouge her eyes out. She kicked its right knee and the beast howled and crumpled to the ground. Monique grasped the werewolf’s head as she sank her fangs into its neck."








In Dark Journeys, short stories and dark poems describe perilous paths taken by mortals, vampires, and other creatures of the night. . Dark poems tell of the painful and sometimes fatal relationships between mortals and vampires. If this sounds interesting, and I hope it does, please follow the link and buy the anthology for only $.99.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AERRMIM

Friday, November 7, 2014

Fire Wizard - a poem about a woman of great power

Fire Wizard



By power of my mind, 
I change what is, 
and what is not.
Earth, air, water, and fire
all yield to me.
I take the Earth,
and shape it to my will.
I give it life,
or return it to the soil.

I harness the wind,
and make it roar.
I create a dust storm,
or a gentle breeze.
I raise the water,
sending it high.
I can make a flood,
or a gentle stream.
A maker of fire most of all.
I hold out my hand,
and create a fireball.
I can raise it high,
burning all before it,
or light a twig
with the gentlest flame.
Treat me fair,
and I will lighten your way.
Treat me ill,
and I will darken your day.

Monday, November 3, 2014

A fight with a giant werewolf in Dark Journeys Anthology


Excerpt from a short story in Dark Journeys Anthology

  The werewolf strode to within fifteen feet of Monique when it suddenly changed direction and charged at me. The beast ran so fast I barely had time to pull the shotgun's triggers. It anticipated my action and pivoted to the side, avoiding both bullets. The werewolf turned and resumed its charge. I grabbed a slug, but I knew I didn’t have time to pull the trigger before it would be on me. I cringed as I awaited its attack. The werewolf was less than three yards from me when it fell forward and hit the ground with a loud thump.....

 
  Short stories and dark poems describe perilous paths taken by mortals, vampires, and other creatures of the night
In Dark Journeys. Dark poems tell of the painful and sometimes fatal relationships between mortals and vampires.If this sounds interesting, and I hope it does, please follow the link and buy the anthology for only $.99.
http://www.amazon.com/dp/B00AERRMIM

Saturday, November 1, 2014

The vampire librarian takes a blood donation from a student - from Dark Journeys anthology

The school librarian takes a blood donation from a student.



“I'm about to touch your hand with an eraser and you won't feel anything.” She jabbed his hand with the pin. Magda smiled when Jimmy's head didn't move. Then she reached for a double-edged razor blade that she had hidden in a crevice of the couch. Magda took Jimmy's right wrist in her left hand and held the razor blade above it. As she did so, her fangs lengthened, and her eyes became opaque, revealing her as a vampire. Her sharp canine teeth extended, and a lustful expression replaced her warm, pleasant smile. Magda's nostrils flared as she experienced hunger for the vital fluid.
 
Still holding Jimmy's wrist, she brought the razor down and made a narrow cut in a prominent vein. Blood began to flow and threatened to drip on the floor. Before it did, Magda pressed her mouth to his wrist and sucked in all the precious liquid. Her fangs pierced the thin cut and increased the blood flowing from it. She continued sucking ..................more.



  In Dark Journeys, short stories and dark poems describe perilous paths taken by mortals, vampires, and other creatures of the night. Some survive, others don't. Why not join them on their journey through the gates of hell, so to speak.