Vampyric Kublakahan

The Vampyric Kublakahan
by Sarazann Greenwood

In Camarilla did Malcolm Prince
A courtly pleasure dome decree,
Where, blood, a sacred river ran
Through veins measureless to man
down a sunless sea
But oh! That deep romantic chasm
Which slanted hearts should find
A savage place!
Holy, enchanted, As the air beneath a
wailing Moon
Hung on breath and time.

Woman praying to a daemon lover
Trapped in a ripening misery
Given to the endless measures
Of love’s treacherous memory
Death tears the flesh of truth
behold for you to see
Malkavian ranting scrawled in view
With unending blasphemy
A miracle of rare device and set
Zillah with the murderess hand
a king’s coup de gras