An ancient creature, black hair like the abyss
He came from a distant world, rising from the shadows
A beauty of mystery, an angel of death
Midnight Poetry flutter out of Athens, Greece, with their latest dose of darkness, Dracula’s Poison, a song that lands as if they have cracked open the lid of an old lacquered coffin and, to their delight, found that the corpse inside still knows how to treat a lady. Cleopatra Kaido and John Spanos are working in a lane lined with dark electro, post-punk perfume, industrial-pop chrome, and a little graveyard glamour, but this track gets its fangs by throwing itself headlong into lust as doom, and devotion as the sort of decision that would make any priest faint dead away.
This is music for people who think longing should come with candlewax, velvet, and maybe a polite nibble at the neck before breakfast.
The lyrics keep the bloody stakes high and the pulse higher. They lean into the old vampire spellbook with a grin, giving us the immortal seducer, the mortal fool, and that eternal bad idea where danger starts looking like destiny after midnight. She is not playing coy with her feelings, and thank heaven for that. This lady is ready for a hot night of fun. Too many singers approach desire like they are filing tax forms in candlelight. Kaido goes straight for the throat. The theme of obsession has always had a little camp in its collar, a little grand theatre in its posture, and this song uses that knowingly rather than apologizing for it.
Then comes the gloriously blunt chorus, all command and craving: “Bite me! / Kiss me! / Love me! / Hate me!” It lands like a lipstick-smeared midnight melodrama, and it knows exactly how deliciously ridiculous that is. Any song willing to put “Feed me” at the end of this chain deserves at least a silk cape and a tax break.
Musically, the track has a sleek, nocturnal drive. Spanos gives it a firm electronic frame, sturdy enough to hold the gothic romance without letting it collapse into costume drama. There is movement here, a nightclub current under all the grave dirt and swooning. The beat pushes forward with real purpose while the melodic lines keep the mood lush, fevered, and faintly fatalistic. It feels built for black-clad dancing, for spinning beneath a red bulb while reconsidering every person you ever drunk-texted after 2 a.m.
The video seals the pact. Directed by John Kokoris, Dimitris Parzigkas, John Spanos, and Panagiotis Tsakiris, it gives the song a proper chamber of fog, darkened rooms, entwined lovers, bodice-ripper intensity, enough eternal-night atmosphere to make a bat feel vain about its wings.
Watch the video for Dracula’s Poison below:
Midnight Poetry have made a song that understands vampire romance for what it has always been: sex, death, devotion, and bad boundaries in good lighting. Dracula’s Poison bites deep, laughs softly, and leaves two neat marks where your cynicism used to be. In the end, it is great fun.
Dracula’s Poison is now available across all digital streaming platforms. Listen to Dracula’s Poison below and order the single here.
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