Crimson Rapture Pt. II: Bocephus’ Revival

As they walk into his bedroom
Intertwined tight with each other
Lust and desire overcomes reason
Abruptly, they launch onto the bed.
In the throes of their deep longing
Their hunger driven lust for each other
Drives feral instinct alight by their fires
Consumed and enraptured, devour each other.
He drinks of her essence from all of her body
Quenching his thirst in depths of her black rose
He lights her deep feral, feline instincts
Insatiable hunger to drink sweet, fresh crimson.
As she punctures his life line with her fangs
Flavor so sweet and pure since forever
Trickles tauntingly delicious, burning her soul
Fills her with life as his trickles away.
 

As he returns to the moment
Of despair and horrid discovery
The dream, he discovers, a true reality
As memories not his pervade his cognition.
She, cloaked behind him, in hidden darkness
Snickers her triumph, her newborn child
The master will praise her valiant catch
Nimbly facetious, she sneaks up behind him.
His new awareness doesn’t betray him
As he turns around, hungry for her blood
Revitalized by his soul, he takes it
Shocked and amazed by his morbid hunger.
Entrapped by her visage, seductive snare
Eager to please her, his hunger unabated
He follows where she leads, into her lair
Where darkness consumes in morbid dank air.

The master awaits them, impatience glares
Glad that she’s come home with such a great prize
His impatient gaze suddenly goes soft
Cheshire grin, though narrowly spiteful.
Suddenly weakened by his spiteful glare
The no longer human, feels his knees weaken
As stars float above him, he falls to the hard ground
Pale as a white horse, body blood empty.
Beginning the ritual, an age old revival
He calls on Cecilia to bring him his dagger
The black jade cold metal that brings life eternal
She returns with his scepter submissively frightened.
This age old waking of age old demons
Returns the fires that bring fear even to vampires
As master incises, nimbly precise
Human jugular, then takes his life giving bite.
 

The demons of forever, hearken to his call
Explosive brimstone eruptions as angels fall
Ceremonious processions darken the air
Angels and demons, alike, proclaim the
Hideous, righteous, return of Bocephus.

"Hail Bocephus!
Giver and taker
Of life eternal!"