- CW Hobbs -
- Life Within Death -
How I long to live your life
a life
surrounded by romantic darkness
a life within the mystery of
death
Feed me your blood master
teach me the
ways of the night
A stale depression lingers
you sense my
loneliness as I sense yours
drain me, end this pain
and give me new
life
End my suffering
take me with
you
walk me through the centuries
I beg of you, do not leave me here
to live in misery
You need someone to teach
someone with
whom
you can share your knowledge
and the wonderful stories
of your
adventures
you need a companion in your travels
I wish to learn, to take your hand
I
need to leave this life behind
and follow wherever you may
lead
Tonight I offer you my life
please give
me what I desire ...
- Love Me -
Death is calling,
reaching out
to
take me from this place
Without your love, you innocence
I will
die -
do not doubt me
I am real
Touch me, desire me
give yourself to me
fully
as the clock strikes midnight
and I come forth from your
dreams
I'm here, can you feel me
I'm in your
mind, in your soul
the breeze you feel caressing your naked flesh
is my
presence all around you
My eyes drink in your beauty
my warm
breath on your breasts
as I inhale the sweet scent of
innocence
I do not wish to sleep
yet without your
love
I fall into eternal slumber
Do you really love who you claim
would
you die for him
you cannot take his love with you
into
eternity
Believe me, it is the sadness that embraces
me
but my bite shall set you free
my love will be
forever
One taste of your blood
and together we
will live
to see the earth's final day
Your love will replace
the pain of
loneliness in which I dwell
your love will give me new life
and your
suffering will no longer exist
You will know all, and
have everything
you could ever desire
for the night is still, it never changes
it is
always there to hold you
love me and you will be free ...
- Await the Moon -
All hail the moonlight
kneel under her
glory
you, her humble servants
Sign her indenture
in the mixed
blood
of man and beast
Hang your ritualistic symbols
from the
rotting eaves
of broken down shelters
that hide you from
yourselves
Deep in the backwoods
away from man's
prying eyes
lost in the lingering
scent of hickory
do not jib, do not
hesitate
but dance to the sounds of voodoo
cast your spells of
magic
offer yourself to the moon
and her watching
spirits
Gouge out the eyes
of fools who
come
to witness this sacred act
for the deadlock between battling
souls
ends on this night
as here, in the farthest reaches of the
mind
man dies as the beast is born
to await the coming moon
...
- Await the Moon - Part II
-
Ignore those who condemn you
for what
you have become
they do not understand
the sanctity of the gift given to
you
Cherish this gift
for there are few like
us
who can hear the call of the wild
and answer with a howl of our
own
Behind raging clouds of grey
awaits the
blood moon
its silent voice cries out to you
beckoning you to the
hunt
Sniff the crisp, night air
feel the
approaching storm
breathe in waiting death
heed the
call
Follow the moon as she guides you
to
blood drenched euphoria
trust only instinct
sacrifice life, kill to
survive
Feed desperate hunger, quench wicked
thirst
return to the shadows sated
and sleep in the embrace
of the
blood moon ...
All Poetry on This Page is © CW Hobbs