How to master the Vampiric Arts

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The first thing one needs to establish is to proceed with caution; If one does not have a ‘calling’ for this darkest of all Arts, then one is best to leave well alone.

Do not be fooled by the likes of Twilight or The Vampire Diaries etc, for there is nothing sexy about this ancient Art. For it is a basic need and want and cannot easily be controlled by those unlearned of our ways.

Do not seek a quick thrill in the vampire worlds but seek life, seek renewal, seek to live and seek to evolve, above all seek a teacher, seek a guide, even a sire,

Yet fear not, tread with wariness and caution and everything you desire will come before you when the time is right. Don’t be surprised if we, the old ones seek you out first, for we know your very thoughts and your innermost feelings; we have known you since the hour of your birth and we may find you before you find us.

If we invite you in, then graciously accept all that we offer you,  for not everyone is offered a door, not everyone is bidden a welcome, a way into our forbidden worlds. Once accepted in, you are well on your way to learn the ways of the blood.

Forget about the glamour, the mythology or everything you have ever known about our ways for we have been upon this earthly plain for aeons of time yet have always remained hidden within the worlds of men.

Once within our domain you will be invited to partake of the chalice of immortality; drink deep and well my friends, savour the red ruby wine of immortality, yet do not forget that the chalice; the vessel you lovingly grasp, may be of human form.

Learn not to give in to squeamish thoughts, although one usually finds that at the moment of the rising blood lust this is never a problem. Once proficient in the basics you will be ready to begin your adventure within the world of humans.

Do not fear for them or be sorry for them; for them it will always be a great honour to be chosen as a life enhancer; hence they enter the night time of our desires willingly and with acceptance. Quest to find your own life enhancer, bond with them and embrace their beautiful gift as often as you need to;

The more you are able to feed; to nourish yourself, the stronger you will become. Never take the gift of pure energy for granted, drink wisely and learn to cherish and savour every drop of the sacred life force. Over time you will begin to transcend your human form; you will be of yourself but so much more so; more advanced and enhanced.

All abilities will become honed to perfection as you embrace our ways; your eyes will surely shine with an inner fire and your skin will glow with an ageless radiance.

But think well my friends before you come knocking on our doors; our ways are not for the faint hearted, or for those kin of humanity. We have our own ways, our own kin, our own rules, our own houses.

The clans do not take easily to the falsity of outsiders but once the doors are open and you are proven to be one of the true kin then rest assured my friends, you will never ever want again.

Here endeth the first lesson on becoming Vampire…

 

Vampire Rose

Winter 2016

Keeper of Scrolls

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Reflections….

It wasn’t the shadows in the woods that haunted me most
It was the ones in your eyes
It wasn’t the wind screeching through the bare boughs that bought me deathly chills
It was your terrified scream
It wasn’t the track through the forest leading nowhere
It was your frantic footsteps running… running…
It wasn’t the lake serene and beautiful on that moonless night
It was your body; serene and beautiful in the water
It wasn’t the single red bloom that fluttered silently out of nowhere to rest upon your breast
It was that single drop of red blood
It wasn’t my hands loving and tender
It was the white of my knuckles still grasping the bloodied knife…

 

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November 2016
Keeper of Scrolls

On a Friday eve…

A Friday night eve
An abandoned airfield
Silence and stillness
Mysterious lights
Hovered
Followed
Lost souls
Coincidental figures
Speak of the way
Guides
Listen
Hedges and fences
Living quarters
Crumbling
Darkness
Hot and cold
A figure
Running
Spirits roam
Lost airmans souls
Seeking home
Truth
Corridoors
Dark doorways
Graffitied walls
Stairway shadows
Shiver
Memories of the past
Entwined in the present
Never forgotton
Psychic graffiti
Death
Whispering steps
Never alone
Senses alive
A kerbside encounter
Spirit tracks
Eternity lingers into darkness
Lost souls
Unbound
Through the veil
We will see
All that we are meant to see….
Through the veil
We will see
That of which is meant to be….
Through the veil
We will see
Into the deep, dark sea eternally….

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Oct 2016
The Keeper Of Scrolls

Dark Moon Rising

There’s a dark moon on the rise tonight,
Sweet fear scents the air.
In blackest skies, from other worlds
A shadow casts its cloak.
A tale once played in ancient times
On this day will be told.
A Harvest sown so long ago
Stands ripened in the Sun.
What was sown will now be reaped,
‘Tis the blood of every Lamb.
There’s blood and fear upon our lips
And dread in every soul.
We feed the Ones who take and break
Our Oaths put to the test.
Our souls they steal within no bounds
To spill our Dark Blood on the ground.
Silently in darkest night
In masks known just to them,
Their rightful prize, their precious gold
Will not escape again.
As Dark descends and chaos reigns
The writings yet unfold.
We fall before the ones who map
The fate of every man.
Seize the fear and taste the Blood.
Be counted good and true.
Stay or go – tis up to you;
It is the final test.
As curtains fall upon this world
The tale is finally told.
But those who rid their earthly ties
Will see the Light shine through.
In deepest, darkest, deathly night
We start our life anew.

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2007 ‘The Keeper of Scrolls’

Not Remembering…

My heart screams
Takes flight
I turn around somehow not quite missing the beat.
I run and run through the forest of my forgotten dreams
Only I have forgotten.
Forgotten you
And how you tasted
How you looked
And how you felt.
The trees here are tall and dark and barren
Yet they live like my heart
Fed on remorse and regret.
How many life times ago was it that I loved you?
How many hearts have beaten and ceased since those days?
How many mortals have lived and died in this realm with out actually living?
I am still running
Just ahead of times tick, tick, ticking.
Running always
For fear of standing still and remembering.
Constantly running in and out of ink-black shadows
Never stopping.
Running in forests where the screeches of startled ravens dissipate upon the winds.
Skin torn
Skin shed
Pain desired
Remembering.
Remembering I loved you
And the taste of ruby kisses so sweet and seductive.
Drip-fed by time’s unceasing march
I dissolve into the pools of my own sadness.
Keep running
Keep hiding
Seek shadows.
Slide into the oblivion of the unknowing
Where ravens cries are the only sounds that leave my lips
And the black blood of night
Is the only truth.
What is known can be unknown
Memories can be reversed
Just like time.
Go back
Back
Way beyond knowing
Way beyond unknowing
To a time of just being
To a time when the earth stood still
And all there was, was the Word
The truth
The all
The Love
The Blood
And You

 2016

Always of the blood…