With gleaming eyes of red,
The prince of darkness, or the king perhaps,
A seventh heaven from hell.
He was cold as ice and pale as snow,
With face of god himself,
Yet he’s no god, but devil’s own,
Who sets forbidden flames aglow.
He spoke of words, no bard knew,
Words that dripped of honey,
Closer he stepped, a new world unveiled,
As His dark enchantment grew.
He held my face, caught his breath,
His fingers graceful, skilled.
To my throat he brought his lips,
To plant his kiss of death.
He drank my blood, imbibed my soul,
And yet I felt no pain,
He had me gripped under his spell,
Fulfilling his infernal goal.
He seized my heart, me- His eternal prisoner,
Captured, bewitched and conquered.
Yet I long to stay this way forever,
In arms of my Vampire lover.
