A Silver Kiss
Vampire Poetry
by Dianna Hardy
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A Silver Kiss (Vampire Poetry)
copyright © 2010, Dianna Hardy
First published in 2010, by Bitten Fruit Books
This New Cover Edition, published 2011.
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Surrey, UK
Praise for A Silver Kiss – vampire poetry:
“It takes a level of skill to cause a reaction in your readers, and Hardy has that down.”
“Beautifully written and magical.”
“If you are looking for something different, love poetry, or love vampire lore this book is definitely worth a read.”
Author's Note
Within the Shamanic teachings of most ancient traditions, there is the shadow self. The shadow self is everything that you fear and hate, everything that you dare not speak and try in vain never to think. Yet, it is only by befriending this shadow, that we finally come to discover who we truly are and want to be and most importantly, who we are not.
The vampire (or vampyre) is a creature greatly impressed upon our consciousness. From True Blood, to Buffy The Vampire Slayer, to the original Nosferatu and Bram Stoker's famous Dracula, and countless of movies and books in between, the vampire calls to us, insisting it has something we need.
From old Romanian village beliefs, to strange happenings in both secluded and bustling areas of the world, the vampire calls to us and reminds us of the dangers of not heeding our shadow self.
You cannot hide from everything that you are. Your dark places exist in all of your realities and form the very essence of who you are. Your dark created your light. Befriend your shadow.
A silver kiss I'll give to you, upon your eyes, upon your throat. Trust me and see all of who you will be... come.
Dianna Hardy
6th October, 2010
Additional Note: I'm very proud, at readers' requests, to be able to bring you this eBook as a small paperback. The original was a trade paperback size and almost everyone asked, said that they would prefer a smaller book to hold. The response to this collection of poetry has been astounding, with so many positive reviews, that I'm planning my schedule so I can bring you more vampire poetry. All updates can be viewed at my website, www.diannahardy.com
A big 'thanks', for all your continued support!
Dianna
20th July, 2011
This book is dedicated to my Shadow.
You and I both know who you are.
“Trust me and see all of who you will be... come.”
Contents
What Befell Young Edward Black
Blood Of Eros
Dark eyes cannot sway me, no.
Snow skin cannot freeze me, no.
Lips of ice won't break me, no.
Blood of Eros will not flow
within me, no.
The hunter cannot slay me, no.
Even as I'm yielding, no.
Armour falls to floor... no.
Defences lost to throes
of longing... no!
Skin on skin, I whisper, "no,"
yet fingers trail the beast... oh, no.
Without consent, I give in (no!).
Taken hard and swift, foe's
blood I drink... n-oh, oh, oh!
One Second
Hot, dry throat burning for syrup,
I hunt, yearning for life among death,
gripped by something close to madness,
seeing scarlet, crimson, red...
all colours bleed into red.
Lifelines, pale and green upon
ivory skin, under red hair make
my mouth drier, my tongue
prickle, my need to create her
even greater.
Thirst has power over all senses.
I feel satin under my fingers and
knead folds of flesh, firm, full
until it bursts open with unwanted
need confronted.
All defences yield and liquid life
flows freely into a dead man,
ice to the fire in my throat, soothing,
breathing, whimpers beneath me
bequeath me.
My saviour lies still, my blood boils,
my throat wet from saviour juice,
her throat dry. One brief second, my soul
remembered, one second, an aeon,
her soul... gone.
Come
Come with us, lost and lonely child,
run with us, venture free and wild.
Within us find your family, your blood ties,
the true face behind your earthly guise,
the beast behind your meek and mild.
Come with us, ride the city lights,
feel the thrum of bustling nights,
the liquid life that fills the air,
baring all without a care,
brave the dazzling heights.
Come with us, we know beauty true,
what really makes the morning dew.
Forever young and ever old,
we carry what you cannot hold,
come start your life anew.
Rebirth
A flash of black, a flash of red,
a distant memory cloaks my bed.
A distant dream of hot and cold,
a crumbling face I could not hold.
Marble fingers wild and tame,
that knew my need, that knew my game.
Solace sought to ease my pain,
but pain more deadly found me slain
upon my sheets. One drop, just one
careless whim had me undone.
Gasping, breathing, no, no breath...
The air is stale, the air is death.
Marble maggots scratch my throat
as I put on Earth's musky coat.
Ashes fall, the dust turns stone,
within new flesh I sound a moan.
Hard hands meet wood, I scratch, I tear,
chest heaving as I choke on air.
Panic sets as teeth grinds soil
and now I'm retching on Snake Oil
and visions of a past not mine,
where demons rule the dark divine.
Five Finger Grass and Devil's Claw
bind with my mind, I can't ignore
the knowledge that is not my own,
the power that has overthrown
all I knew before and more:
my daughter's grin, which I adore,
beams sun rays into every shaded
corner of my jaded
soul, 'though never more. And never
more shall my husband, strong and clever,
kind and giving, look upon my frame
and love me just the same.
Blindly clutching dewy grass,
grit in my eyes like shards of glass