I'll Not Run I Don't Know How To Resist Poem by Mark Heathcote

Oh, man… you have the eyes of the beast
You look at me as though you want to feast
What has tainted all the stars?
Oh, man… you have the eyes of the beast
You howl at the moon like you're a wolf
Like you only want to feed yourself and feast.

Oh, man… you have the heart of a beast
Darling, it's yours; you can take my golden fleece
I'll be your enchanted maiden, tethered slave
Oh, in return give me the mark of the beast
I'll not run I'll not resist
One vampire bite, not one misplaced, kiss.

Oh, man… you have the eyes of the beast
You look at me as though you want to feast
What has lit, fanned your flames
Oh, darling a serpent in the apple blossom
Has set my heart, my bosom on fire
He looks at me through eyes of tortuous desire.

Oh, my man… he's taken a leave of absence
But that's okay…
It's now he's found something heavenly
No man had before
Oh, man… you have the eyes of the beast
Darling, it's yours; you can take my golden fleece

I'll be your enchanted maiden, tethered slave
Oh, in return give me the mark of the beast
I'll not run I'll not resist
One vampire bite, not one, well-placed kiss.
Oh, man… you have the eyes of the beast
You look at me as though you want to feast
Darling, I'll not run I don't know how to resist.