• A Vampire

    It was beauty
    It was all of Nature's glory in one form
    But then, suddenly,
    I realized that it was all wrong
    This was darkness, not light
    And this form murdered innocents
    This thing melded with the night.
    Towards death this form hints
    A vampire.
    Could I trust something so wrong?
    I tried to do my best
    I had not loved for so very long
    You know all of the rest
    This form is not as they say
    It is vulnerable and it is weak
    For its undeath it will always pay
    For redemption it's cursed to seek
    A vampire.



    That is why it protects me.
    That is why it cares
    It took long for me to see
    Past the cloak he always wears
    But the passion I found there
    Is something you would not believe
    To see its real self is rare
    Because to humans it will always be
    A vampire.