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Poem: "Sun's Foe and Moon's Friend"

This poem came from the October 5, 2010 Poetry Fishbowl.  It was inspired by a prompt from miintikwa.  It was sponsored by xjenavivex as part of the 2010 Holiday Poetry Fishbowl.  Although it features a vampire, it isn't exactly a horror poem because the mood is not violent and the narrator is content; so I tagged it "fantasy" as well as "horror." Happy holidays to all, and my thanks!

Sun's Foe and Moon's Friend


The sun was never my friend.
All my life we were enemies,
my milk-pale skin so easy to burn.
All my death we are enemies still,
and the flames would hardly be fiercer.

The moon is my mistress.
Her white hand guides my steps,
cool as rainwater on my skin.
Her smooth voice fills my ears,
gentle and rich with mysteries.

I do not begrudge the days gone by;
it is the nights in which I delight.
The fruits of the sun could never quench my thirst;
blood is the moon's beverage, trembling under skin.
I have not changed so much, only embraced my nature.

Call me vampire if you will,
sun's foe and moon's friend,
but they and the gods are the ones who made me
for I was born to this before any teeth kissed my throat
and I do not regret it -- and you will not reproach it.

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fayanora From: fayanora Date: December 18th, 2010 05:36 am (UTC) (Link)
Awesome!

Reminds me of a couple of my own:

You Are My Moon Glow
(To the tune of “You are My Sunshine”)

The other day, dear, as I was sleeping,
I dreamt I held you in my arms;
But when I arose, dear, I was mistaken,
And I howled my pain into the night.

You are my moon glow,
My only moon glow,
You make me happy ‘til comes the day,
You’ll never know, dear, how much I love you,
Please don’t take my moon glow away.

Out of my crypt, dear, I went a walking,
And fought the creatures of the night;
Werewolves and slayers, I beat them all,
Just to find you, my eternal bride.

All over Earth’s lands, I went a searching,
And I rarely stopped to feast;
Because without you, I have no soul,
I’m just a blood-thirsty beast.

(Chorus)

For a thousand years, dear, I tried to find you,
Because I was trapped within your spell;
But I didn’t find you on the surface,
So I went to the gates of Hell.

I battled demons and other horrors,
And burned with painful fire;
But I swore to Lilith that I would find you,
Even if I burned on my pyre.

(Chorus)

All through the burning land of misery,
In the lakes of sulfurous flame;
Shallow graves and deepest hell pits,
All to find you and see you again.

Then I gave up in painful sorrow,
And upon the surface wept;
That I had lost my eternal lover,
So I went to my coffin and slept.

(Chorus)

Holding the stake up to my pained heart,
Hoping the end would end my pain;
But then I looked up, and saw you smiling,
In the moonlight I saw you again.

You held your arms out, to embrace me,
As I flew into the sky;
You were in heaven, and I could join you,
Even Vampyres get rewarded when they die.

(Chorus, one last time)

~ ~ ~

“Moon Child”
By = Tristan A. Arts
(02/22/2009)

There once was a darling, sweet little girl
About in her darling, sweet little world
With words made of candy
And heart made of gold
(So yellow and shiny and heavy and cold)
She’d give you a kiss and tear out your soul,
Rip open your organs, devour you whole.

Refrain:
Moon child, so joyous and free,
Moon child, devouring me;
Moon child, such a sweet soul,
Moon child is eating me whole.

Most of the time she’s a sweet, perfect child,
Loving, polite, and gentle and mild;
A proper young lady, though she talks up a flood,
But when the moon rises, she’s out for blood!
It’s not that she changes, it’s just feeding time,
Before every meal she scrubs off the grime;
She tucks in her napkin and then she says grace,
And then the moon child devours your face!

(Refrain)

She knits blankets for orphans, has joined Girl Scouts,
Eats all of her veggies, even Brussels sprouts;
Hates profanity deeply, will wash out your mouth,
Teaches young geese how to fly south;
Sings choir at church and says all of her prayers,
But just like an onion, moon child has layers;
She’s a sweet little girl, that much is true,
Just don’t eat her cookies, whatever you do!

(Refrain)

She converted her troop, and I couldn’t say how,
But they will be feeding any minute now;
For the moon, it has risen, may God help us all!
Can you hear that eerie, moon-child call?
Rover is nervous, so I let him out
And there at the door is a lone Girl Scout;
Oh I don’t think ‘twould hurt to have a Thin Mint,
Is it just me, or did her eyes glint?

(Refrain)

(Refrain)

Moon child, so joyous and free,
Moon child, devouring me;
Moon child, such a sweet doll,
Moon child will devour us all!
ysabetwordsmith From: ysabetwordsmith Date: December 18th, 2010 06:31 am (UTC) (Link)

Thank you!

I like your poems too -- creepy, but cool. Thanks for sharing.
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