The blood shot eye of a dead man
is staring down from a seething pool of pitch,
the black wind is howling
the syrupy soot into dancing shadows
capering forms mock the still dying peasants
impaled and moaning
lining the red road of the undead.
And fastened within my mind an evil of the darker kind,
of my tortured soul.
Oh cry havoc, I rail against the chaos of the coming night,
the blight of the insane tapestry that has become my bane.
But it is no use, I am consumed by the feeding frenzy of the disease.
I long only to sate my hunger in a feast of blood.
and quench my thirst within the hot pulse of life.
It was then I saw Her,
quite enchanting really;
her body wracked by convulsions of terror,
dirty disheveled and bleeding.
But with a purity and innocence,
Angelic countenance, a beauty that I wished to possess for eternity.
How she had escaped the horde I do not know,
but I do believe that in me she saw an even greater nemesis,
for her vacant eyes locked upon mine
and she skittered back
with just a touch of drool dangling off her exquisite chin;
some faint spark of reason
for the thing I am.
And I believe she would have chosen death in that instant,
Rather than the fate I had planned.
Oh, but I fastened my gaze upon her,
I drank of her beauty within.
I caressed her with my longing,
And I devoured her purity of soul.
Then my lips met her quivering moist skin,
I became so enraptured by the pulsating Nectar,
I decided to keep her ...forever.