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Rated: 13+ · Poetry · Horror/Scary · #903121
An induction of a new vampire into the realm of darkness.
Blood Lust

by

E C Wesch


The starlit sky beckons me,
As I stare up at the moon.
The coolness of the evening breeze,
Whispers a mournful tune.

A coldness now comes over me
My hands, trembling in fear.
He's longing for my wretched soul,
I can feel him drawing near.

At first his bite was oh...so sweet,
Passion filled me deep within.
His second bite was bitter-sweet,
When I saw his evil grin.

He comes for me now, I can't resist,
His control is so complete.
I beg him for my mortal soul,
As I lay prostrate at his feet.

His eyes are filled with lustful needs,
My blood is what he craves.
I plead for my salvation,
From eternity in a grave.

But I can't resist, he's calling me,
I rise as he commands.
For a lifetime there beside him,
If that's what his will demands.

I raise my eyes and offer him,
My life for him to treasure.
Purge my mind of doubtful thoughts,
And accept my fate with pleasure.

His icy fingers caress my neck,
Each sensation is filled with lust.
My head tilts so slowly,
As I offer him, what I must.

Pain engulfs me to my core,
Legs weaken, my arms grow numb.
My life's force is draining,
Now I know what I'll become.

Tears and memories fall away,
And vanish in the sand.
Disappearing there forever,
For death killed what I had planned.

My coffin's here, it waits for me
A place where I can rest.
It comforts me now to know that
I have passed the vampire's test.

The pain is gone, I breathe no more,
My heart no longer beats.
My mind, soul and body,
Will be his wanton treats.

I used to feel the warming sun
As it's rays caressed my face.
Now shadows close around me,
I'm a prisoner in this place.

In my weakened state I lie here,
Until my strength returns.
Soon, I'll know his passion,
Will be what my blood lust yearns.

I feel within my bowels,
A grumbling deep within.
My needs are ever growing,
Soon I'll dine with him.

To weep for me now is useless,
For I have no heart, 'tis true.
But beware I'll soon be prowling,
And I just might come...for you.











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