Crimson Nocturne

A vampyric poem.

Promise that you won't scream.
As I change. As I morph. As I become my true self.

Don't run.
Not even while I pierce your flesh with my own teeth.

Fang for fang and blood for blood, tasting you deeply without effort.

Will you look at me the same?
Now that you've seen this?
Can you understand me any better?
...Now that you've felt my burden through a mortal veil?

Do your veins run any cooler for me, now that I've shown you myself with brutal honesty?

I can feel your fear, and your unwillingness to obey it.
I want to thank you for that...
But I only do so in the one way I know how.

Lay back. Close your eyes. Yield yourself to me as I display my appreciation and gratitude with pure heart.

The scent of your life, the taste of your humanity, the sight of your tension as this occurs, only serves to fuel my longing.