Vampyres

Vampyre Eyes.

Stare defiantly at the day,

Look wistfully at the night,

And curse The Hand of God,

Which shows Itself in light,

Sit comfortably on the tomb,

Dreaming of long gone days,

Of endless, endless nights

Spent in hellish ways,

See beauty in a slender neck,

And lust for joy in blood,

Taste the grave in every bite,

Which would steal you if it could.

Wrote this poem last week, whilst writing my novel 'Vampyre: Hunting The Moon.' Have decided to make that more of a novella than a novel, think a dramatic ending would be better than dragging the thing out. Ought to have it finished in a few weeks, then shall put some highlights on this blog whilst trying to get it published.

Have found it odd how popular the subject of the undead blood drinkers has become in the last year or so, what with all those books and films and television programs. Vampyres have always had a part in folklore, but they really seem to be quite the thing at present.

Partly this is because they are real, and people are aware of, and fascinated by, it to one extent or another. Not necessarily the stake dodging, bat transformers; but the 'blood sucking' bosses and landlords and the people who are just rather keen on biting a bit of neck and drinking a little blood (and those are quite common).

But the Vampyre also represents something. In the Jungian framework, the Vampyre is The Shadow; the part of ourselves which we repress because it is not socially acceptable. But 'tis more than that, because the Ego hates The Shadow, but we adore the vampyre. The vampyre appeals to us because of its wildness, 'tis darkness and freedom.

The vampyre is a predator, whilst we are conditioned to be herd animals.
The vampyre appeals to our desire to be wild, and beyond that it is forever young and it lives for ever more. It satisfies our desires, and our subconscious knowledge that our souls too shall live forever.

Image by Victoria Frances, a girl who knows how to paint girls.