Sired
Crimson liquid travels down,
pure, pale, white, soft skin.
Savoring the taste does she,
a shadow of all sin.
Black lips press against the neck
White daggers pierce the meat
Like nectre does she drain the blood,
her beneficial treat.
Into the eyes of ocean hue,
do Amber optics beam.
She takes the human soul of him
At first thought as a dream
Her gaze, like fire, burns away,
the weakness of this mortal.
She gives a darker life to him
Her bite mark as the portal
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