beutiful eyes are stalking me
thay glow with inner flame
silueted by the night he is beutiful
blood stained fangs kept hidden by his tempting smile
i know thear hunting for blood
my blood
he is a fiend
but a beutiful fiend
fear gripped me halting my pace
yet i will him closer
willing for my blood to be drawn
in a sudden twirl of rage and need he is behind me
thear was no time for my life to pass before my eyes
the instent i died was the only moment i truly lived.
A very lovely vampiric poem indeed, nice gothic melancholy, keep up the good work.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
gripping fear to succumb to submission raise excitement to full pleasure... hmmm lovely. thanks.md