To Be As He
It is a night of sorrow,
a song of darkness,
As the hounds of hell cry out with madness.
I become petrified and begin tottering.
A Ominous shadow fast before me posturing.
The immortal one has awakened.
Evil shrouds his pale form, his raven
hair, And his full red lips.
They part slightly,
To taste the vital essence streaming from my weakened flesh.
With cold hands I'm held beneath him.
Now has become a night of shared vitality.
I'm unable to move, frozen in a trance.
I rise in a new life, for now I thirst.
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