by Sanrdo D. Fossemò
(Translated from Italian to English)
In the dungeons
of the abandoned castle,
my eternal companion
is pierced by a freezing,
penetrating cold.
That damned soul
hopes to escape through a passage
in the hidden stone,
between leaves and thorny branches
that cling to
old decaying walls,
under a dark sky.
I caress her gracious face and feel
tears of suffering trickling
along my long pointed maleficent nails
where delicious death reigns.
Her ivory arms
tremble under my cloak
and hold me close
to her delightful body,
embraced by an ebony silk dress.
My teeth sink into her white breast
quickly,
bitterly,
a fatal bite.
In the torment of the ice,
I warm and I feed
on fiery red wine.
In the dark room of the tower,
amongst the spectres of ancient candles,
my presence incumbent
like a wingèd demon
in the icy darkness,
immersed in a passion of shadows.
On that snowy night,
poison flows through her veins
straight to the heart,
weakening even
the disquieting pulse of love...
A torch set in the cobwebs
illuminates with arcane light
a damp red rose,
fallen next to a skull
below a glass painting
depicting the gods of the underworld.
In that divine piece
inhabits the hereafter a female face,
with sky-blue eyes
and blood-stained lips.
It is the mirror submerged
in timeless dark,
of a vampiress with a menacing gaze.
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