She hovered on the ledge Would she leap from the edge? Would she fling herself into the night? Would she unfurl her wings? - - Would she take flight?
Was her soul already gone? To Satan did she already belong? It is true - Her blood burned like fire It is true - She is a vampire
But is she God's Child? Or is she Satan's Daughter? God's Creation? Or is Satan her father?
Tormented - She could not decide Blood tears - Exposing her despair - Helplessly she cried If she jumped - Would she be dead? Or was her path one to Hell Is that where life has led?
Then he was there beside her Was he real? - She was not sure Dark - Beautiful - Tangly black hair She touched him - He was warm - He was there
He held her in his embrace Took away the pain - - Nothing left - No trace Her soul was not damned to Satanic fire For she found the love The acceptance Of another vampire
Because who really wants to live forever, cursed to an eternity of loneliness?
Not I for one. Of course, with immortality comes the gift of having an endless supply of company to keep you warm at night. And is it better to serve in Heaven? Or rule in Hell?
I found this to be a lovely poem, full of melancholy, doubt, fear, introspection, and finally, hope. In what amounted to a short period of reading, and possibly a fleeting moment for the vampire, you took me on a journey.
Because who really wants to live forever, cursed to an eternity of loneliness?
Not I for one. Of course, with immortality comes the gift of having an endless supply of company to keep you warm at night. And is it better to serve in Heaven? Or rule in Hell?
I found this to be a lovely poem, full of melancholy, doubt, fear, introspection, and finally, hope. In what amounted to a short period of reading, and possibly a fleeting moment for the vampire, you took me on a journey.
When Venus gets too close catfish have been known to come up out of the water onto the shore, feed awhile, then go back in.
It's business as usual in the Apocalypse. And business is very good right.. more..