Wolf Mancini• Show poetry

This is a poem from
my sweet rogue
----------------------------------
More to you, that I can see by Riftkin

Hidden away in the mountain ranges
of Romania.. stands a castle.
It is there that our tale begins,
with a man.. so in love.
His lady, not of noble blood,
but yet his love for her is strong.

While out on a hunting trip..
he was wounded .. his life ending,
when a stranger came to his side.
"I can save you for a price, M'lord."
The man thought of his lady love,
back at the castle... and her smile.

"I accept your offer, as long as
I can return to the one I love."
So, not really thinking, he signed
his name in blood on a parchment,
one made of human skin.

"Here is a gift, when the mood
hits you, put this belt on.
Do not forget to rub wolf bane
and nightshade over your entire body.
But, only when in a circle like this,
and repeat these words three times."

With that the demon hands the man
a scroll with the spell on it in
the form of a chant. It is the only
way one can become a werewolf.

He returned to the castle, a new
man.. some say.. a beast others proclaimed.
Only thing on his mind, the lady he loves.

She is there, with a smile for she knew
one way or another .. he would return to her.
She just did not know his secret.

Things were fine for the first few months,
then he wanted to see if what he was told
of the belt was true.. so, one night
he went into the woods.

He made the circle, rub on the wolf bane,
and deadly nightshade, repeated the chant
three times for the spell to work..
and the transformation was painful..
yet held a hunger.. for him.

Some of the farmers near the castle
lost a few livestock that night..
in his wolf body.. the taste for
blood was so over whelming.

Once a month he would do that,
and not hunger for meat as a man,
for the taste of the fear, still
in the tender morsels he could
rip with his teeth.. was too much
to pass up .. he needed it more
and more.. often...

Then one night his lady was looking for him...
and in the dark... he attacked her...
the eyes gave him away...
She was still alive when they found
her.. early the next day... but barely.

When they told him what was done,
he tried to stop, really tried,
but the hunger... would not go away.
He had tasted human blood...

He told her what he had done,
begging her to help him...
and on a moon lit night
when he was the beast coming
at her.. she broke his curse
with a silver crucifix, calling
to him three times by his name,
while he fell upon a trap,
wounding him.

All of this no one knew..
they just saw the moon over head,
and the silver in her hands..
that is how the legend grew.

Together the man and lady
took the belt and cut it
in half and toss it into
fire and heard the screams
of the humans that has suffer
to make it... that moonless night.
------------------------------------------
Now, dear readers there are some things
that can save you from the werewolf.
No, silver bullets are not going to save you.
You need a crucifix. Since the werewolf
sign the contract with the demon.. Devil
if you will, the sight of it should,
and I repeat, should transform him
back into a man.

If that does not work and you
know the werewolf, then call him
by his baptismal name... three times
for the three times he has to say
the chant for the spell to work.
this might change him back.

One more thing if both of them fail,
a wounded werewolf ... returns
to the human form... to wound him
though .. you will have to
also destroy the human belt.
-----------------------------------------

I think this works with it music video.

-----------------------------------------
Vampire Love by Riftkin

Some say we can not love,
that your life will end
with just the first kiss
that we bestow.

I admit there are some
that take you with no
regrets to your death.

But, do not think that
we all wish for you to
be just our meal.

I seek those with a
kindred heart...
and my kiss of death,
is their new beginning.

A new life I give unto
each soul that I drain.

So, if you think this
life I lead is for you,
then take my hand and
become the next love
of my sorrowful life.

---------------------------------------

gave me the idea to write
Just a Taste
for my sweet rogue.
--------------------------------------
Your First Taste by Riftkin

The wine and company
sets my mind to fly
... we enter...
the darken corridor
our words are music
that dance upon
the cords of
trust
torch lights
cast shadows
that fool the eyes

Life for us
longer than most
but theirs
a drop in the
bucket to ours
me...
a rogue .. vampire
you...
the scent says
is a man.. more beast
the wild.... wolf
with your body
scarred and rough
but still handsome

I can sense your
hunger
for it reflects
my own

The time is ripe
close as we are
I do not stop you
as
I allow
what you wish
facing each other
heigthen
senses ready
your arms
hold me close
my self
is lost

Resting against
the wall
coldness on my back
your hand
passes my eyes
my breathing
slows
I do not resist
permission
granted
no words spoken

Air touches
warm skin
blouse
is open
exposed breast
perfect
I see your eyes
they have taken
the hues of the wolf
canines grow
fear I have none
I feel your tooth
graze my breast

Slowly you
sink it down
I allow it
just one puncture
one small sample
one drop of heated
blood
from me

Then, with sadnes
I feel you
pull back
your granted taste
a drop
given freely

It is then
my eyes sparkle
and my smile
appears
for what was
offered
was all that
you took

Just a taste


------------------------------------------


http://allpoetry.com/group/show/12923