Lady Poem

Two poems of a vampire and heroine.

Lady Strong


Her eyes glitter of a newfound victory

Only hope and faith can they see

Standing atop high white tower

Fierceness cradled in her bower

And so with sword and pen lifted

New days will be gifted

Seeing all that is needed

In a world that will soon be weeded

She will live on in memories past

But never ever will she be the last




Lady Vampire

Eyes like fire burning bright

A regal figure silhouetted in the twilight

Flaming hair surrounds a darkened face

In a gloved hand rests a mace

Wings alight in the stiff night air

Reveling to any who dare

The form of the Vampress

In all her glorious and dark bliss

Black armor slides on waxy skin

A true warrior maiden

In her fierceness she rules the night

Until the morning bright

Then once again she hides her eyes

Until reawakening once more, to darkened skies