Witherer Poem by Nadia Gray

You're no vampire
Though for you I bleed.
For many of these years, against you, I did fend.

My incubus
On me you'll feed.
You're time with me will soon come to an end

For He approaches...

My beloved one,
What's left of your light?
It won't be long before it starts to fade.

Awaiting me
Centuries we'll fight.
A constant war between black and white.

Demon drawn coaches...

Still bound in hate
Yet caught in our passion
What I'd give to remove you from my sight...

You, my burden
Tore the sky above
You're bloodied clouds destroying my night.

Silence suits me not.

A scarlet kiss
Our final farewell
Self sacrifice of my young weary heart.

Offering death
Break you, my foulest spell.
Haunt another; I command you: depart!

'Tis you, you fiend, who will be forgot.