Copyright ©2004: Megan E. Dickerson
You wander, unbeknownst
To all in time, but you
To see you and the things you see
To see the things you do
A curse of highest curses
The end is coming near
So unlucky to cross your path
Unlucky to settle here
Your teeth as sharp as arrows
Your lips are red with blood
Your eyes the blackest ebony
All this I understood
But why, my dearest vampire,
Do you stay away from me
I want so badly to feel your kiss
And simply just to be
My life could feed your hunger
And satiate your thirst
Why won't you take me, vampire
To be one of the cursed