Come To Me

Eerily, I seem to wake At the droning dusk To feed my hate To quench my lust To salvage the young And drink them clear of their sweet rum. Hauntingly, I approach. As quiet as a rodents burst Danger sends its shuddering calls But a new victim still responds He arrives in all uncertainty Every step revealing an immaculate beauty. The steady rhythm of his heart Soars gloriously as the distance departs How entranced he seems at the sight Of this dainty maiden lost on this deep dark night He smirks finally in victory As he lifts her head to calm her imploringly The sound of the wine She hears within Her thirst commands her to begin Summoning the demon to arise again And in her haste she embraces him His musky scent mingling with her skin In control he smirks again Obliviously sinking closer to her chin Ah! How perfect it all seems He moves so enthusiastically Ah kiss that rests between her breasts In rapture she moans his sweet success How naïve my child you have been To fall for this beauties charms, such a sin. Her fangs revealed in all luminosity Kissing his neck she groans pleadingly Swift as a cat she sinks them in Drinking this wine, that’s so sweetly divine In fear he screams, so diligently Like every other victim, so obediently Finally submitting to this sweet end He is charmed much more, and he starts to soar She holds him closer presuming it best And devours his existence so full of zest. As death opens to him her inviting gates He pleads with this beauty to reconsider his state “Take me alluring beauty, take me with you I sell my soul submissively to you Take me sweet princess, oh princess of death Make me like you, ever so gently I beg.” Alarmed yet unfocused She cries once again “I shan’t my sweet child, this I must forbid. For a life till eternity, is something I do not wish So lonely and vile, an existence it is So addictive and filthy and sickeningly dismissed.” “Forgive thee, my child. I render not this But, kiss ye goodbye So thou can attain endless bliss.” With those words, death claims her mesmerizing win Once again victorious she returns to her inn. So still with sorrow, but radiant with her feed She is swept away by the dawn As it arrives so steadily Come sleep my ravenous one, rest your demonic self Sleep ever so peacefully, So you may rise to feed once again. By Amanda.M.Miller