gaping like a rift between our world and a mist-shrouded mystery
the fountain calls it’s scarlet siren chant
and from it’s eye falls the waterfall
and mingles into the earth and gives birth to red sand

oh her neck, her pale skin, her essence
my hunger drives me like a harpy from Annwn’s shores
oh red sand on you I shall sip tonight my fill

that heart beat drums its last sonata
but soon I will make you mine again
to drink with me ever more
with new red sand to explore…

(c) 2015 allen simpson
another little vamipre poem from my spooky mind