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Enter Poem or Quote (Required)Required Come to me, little mortal I can bring you to heaven's portal There'll be no sorrow, there'll be no pain Feelings of joy will fill your brain Come to me, sweet human thing Give me your heart and I'll make it sing Forget your fears, leave them behind Forget the troubles of your kind Come to me... yes, that's right Now hold still, it's no good to fight I'll take your blood, and leave you dying Didn't you realise I could be lying? Bleed me,she pleaded, her tears flowed hot, so river wild,so river violent. Take me,she cried, bleed me,make my heart as cold as stone, as cold as ice, I can no longer stand the pain of living; and yet, I cannot die, I am too young, I am too fair, there's far too much I haven't tasted, touched and made my own. Bleed me, my lord, I beg of you. I swear I will be true. I swear that I will serve you, gladly and with fervour. I'll take my youth and all my questions. Through me, you too will feel alive again, you will once more discover how it was when first you saw the night, when first you raised your wings and soared into the singing, into the radiance that others never could perceive, I heard you speak of it, I know your wonder is alive, my Lord, I beg of you, take me this night and bleed me,bleed me, make me whole. The ancient vampire lord stood still and cold, in silent white of ages, already did he know that he would take her tears, that he would drink her tears, and leave her drained but not of that,her burden,destiny, the rivers of her soul. By: Chelsea Sapio POEMS FROM THE VAMPIRE
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