In the face of death I spoke take me
For I do not want this life of treason
Sitting on my knees for all to see
I turn my head for this reason
Looking at her through the corner of my eye
Wondering if she'd take that bite
Inching closer effortlessly and sly
She pierces my neck ever so slight
Feeling my blood escape into her
Hoping this would all be over soon
As it continued I wasn't so sure
Realizing now I would never see high noon
For instead of ending my misery
She brought me through a portal
Now and forever I will be
One of the walking immortal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem