Vampyre

Vampyre
By: Black Winter Rose Thorn

Upon the snow, lays a body,
Of broken bone and shallow eyes,
My soul aches for years of old,
Within my memories, stoned and bottled;
I sleep within a broken tomb,
Please to see the doom,
The soul once in my chest forgotten,
That day I found upon the snow, my master,
Hungry for red liquid of old,
Within the veins of the innocent,
Life is meaningless without blood,
My only wish is to birth an heir,
My body cannot change to hold a child,
The man looks tasty… shall I? No.
If I did it would be over.
I don’t need another, only my master will suffice,
And yet to him I am worthless,
Just another sad being,
Just another undead.