The Vampire Prince

The blue-black night he does adorn, yet withers and weakens upon the morn. With approaching light his beauty fades. Sun bearing her bright new day. I fear not the dawn of light, for my love returns in the dusk of night. His dark beauty alive once again, leaping from the blue-black canvas of sin. He exudes such power, and allure, Forcing his bite, draining the pure. Given freely is the blood, just for a chance to feel his touch. Pain, and pleasure mixes control. I give to him my heart and soul. The blue-black night he does adorn, my vampire prince returns once more.