Poem

His lips bloodied red
His fangs sparkling white
His skin white as snow
His embrace is death

Yet he haunts more of me
I call to him in the darkest of night
To feel his passion for warmth
He is cold and yet warm
His passion blinds me

Even I do not see
His sinking hunger
For me is more
More than my love

He wants me
My life
My love
For eternity