The Wicked Come

 

She floats

Outside my window.

Calls softly

In my dreams.

Tells me I am

Not Alone.

Black dress fluttering

All about her.

Glowing face of

Finest Silk.

Watching me through

Shimmery veil.

Scratches window with

Sharpened nails.

Bright eyes begging,

Long tongue licking

Caressing blackened

Rosebud lips.

Waking in a

Dreaming world,

I open window

She flies

In.

Vision of beauty.

A waning moon.

Drawn from Cracks

Inside my mind.

Beckons me with

Long sleeve flapping.

To creaky window sill.

She jumps

Falling

Into Darkness.

Rustling

Sounds of flight.

I follow

Desperate to belong.

Gusts of hope

Blow By.

I jump.

I fall.

The path bleeds red.

As smiling sweetly,

She swoops

To feed.

 

 

By Rainbow Reed© 2010

Excellent!

A Beautifully descriptive poem about a vision with a delightful vampire twist. You set the mood with a minimum of words in this efficiently written poem.... Ethereal

It is easy to lavish flowery praise Rainbow...but words should say what they need to...one word only about Dream Girl: Beautiful ♥
I am trying to learn it by heart!..... Brett Orban

I loved this poem I see the mystical goddess like creature who likes to come visit us during the witching hour on the full moon she is wickedly divine I'm glad I'm not the only one that's seen this invitingly precious creature... Ravenluna69