Vampire and Mortal
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
Copyright © Pretend Its Poetry | Year Posted 2013
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