Desiring the Vampire
It was the Southern French window blowing open
he came in the night no word spoken
The eyes so sensual and piercing me as if nothing matters
he is all I think of now as each day I grow weaker
I will soon die unsure of my fate
my life I will give to him a offering I ask him to take
This man so desirable with dark eyes and hair
even if he is not a man but a beast
I no longer care I submit to the last drop of blood
As I lay with a cotton white gown in a locked room
I throw my rope of Garlic far to be seen
Nothing can stop this now longing and lustful
feeling like I'm in a forever dream
I wait for him too enter
I wait for him
willing to die
I wait losing my Religion
The Vampires offering am I
" For That Archaic Poets contest " Shanity Rain
Copyright © Shanity Rain | Year Posted 2013
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