Vampire

Vampire

Beware the darkness.
The lady of the shadows
Dark her hair, her soul.

And her blood red lips,
Eyes so full of expression
Her sensuous gaze.

Her suggestive smile.
Provocative swaying hips,
And a languid grace.

Beware for she is dead,
The one who walks the path of
Blood, The death dealer.

She drinks blood for her
Eternal youth, but shuns light
It burns her beauty.

Eternally damned,
A cursed monster with no
Soul to call her own.

Her kiss is the fire,
Death ever-lasting, or worse,
Calling you to her.

To be as she is,
Soulless, drinking others blood,
To steal their life force.

Better she kills you,
Than to end up like her, cruel,
Bitter, twisted, dead.

Dead to life and God,
Dead to all relations and,
Ever cursed, shunning light.