The night is cold,
A frigid wind
Rustles through the
Bare trees. They
Shake and tremble.
So few of them are left now,
Buildings crowd everything.
Here, in the heart of
New Orleans, the
Hustle-bustle of the day
Is deafening, the
Southern sun, so
Scorching, and the ignorant
Pitiful creatures so
Loud. A wretched stench
Can be smelled in daylight,
Sweat, grim, charred food,
Paranoia, anxiety
But at night,
Oh the glorious night,
How I wish I could have
My Endless Night
I've watched this city
Grow and change,
Perhaps for a century,
Maybe more
Even still, delight
Will never come of day,
For me, but only
Come of night.
The pungent smells
Of Blood and tears,
Broken dreams,
And repressed fears,
Flow forth to permeate
The gaudy sky.
Chartreuse and Absinthe,
Piercing green and Wormwood-bitter,
Spill freely,
Quench my palette.
Black satin, white gauze,
Tear streaked faces,
Black rimmed eyes,
Lips, stained crimson red.
Pale lithe bodies,
Young, confused,
Pulse and writhe to the
Straining music beat.
My Emerald eyes are shaded,
I peruse the scene.
I could have one,
I could have all.
I'd satiate a need.
While doing so
Would fill a void,
It wouldn't touch the Larger.
All these years
I've wandered here,
Watched people live and die,
But I've been cursed
To rove the earth
From now until forever.
Loves have come and
Loves have gone, but
I'll keep hunting alone.
New band up,
The crowd entranced.
From the corner of my eye,
A girl in dance.
Her raven hair,
Her Emerald eyes,
Her mind
Probes mine.
This is no lie.
Do I see a Fang
From the corner of my eye ?