vampires
make love in their nightmares
to angels and goddesses
and soar on their wings
to celestial lands
        euphonious is their song
(fangs that tear the skin
are dulled by the heavens)

villians and vampires
in their mad lust
(blood is the wine
transforming evil into love)
befriend the underworld
seeking to seduce the demons

but others
with their unwavering passions
know nothing of what they want
        their blood frozen
        glaciers entrapping emotion

they cannot reach the realms of passion

- Alison Wimsatt

death
is dark and eager
it beckons like mirrors
        and devours like time

the clock
edges us toward death
into the timeless realm
or into the eternal shadows
        the charcoal reflections of life

- Alison Wimsatt