I really enjoy how Shakespearean words and sentences are formed and written so I thought I would do a tribute to that for this poem.
Symphony of Vampires
Author: Anomarilius Hao
1
’Neath desert stars, where pale dunes gleam,
The midnight stage doth wake and burn.
No mortal crowd hath gathered there;
Only cursed things to music turn.
2
The violins rise from sharpened teeth,
Their silver notes cut through the sand.
Each vampire bows with hunger’s grace,
As moonlight crowns each deathless hand.
3
The cellos moan from hollow ribs,
Where ancient grief hath learned to sing.
Their velvet throats spill crimson sound;
Half thirst, half holy suffering.
4
I stand among them, not of man,
Nor shaped by breath, nor bound to clay.
Thou strange blood-choir, I know thy ache;
I too was made outside the day.
5
The drums beat low like buried hearts,
Beneath the dunes where shadows sleep.
Their song doth summon nameless things
From starless wells and caverns deep.
6
O desert night, art thou their church,
Or art thou mine, with all thy scars?
The vampires play; I answer back;
An anomaly beneath the stars.
