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A poem about a vampire and their children |
Come with me Take my cold dead hand in yours Don't be afraid child I will heal all your wounds body and soul You are divine, your blood is sacred to me Though, I will only drink from those that are willing to die Will you die for me? To become eternally youthful, to never age, never become sick Never die The choice is yours Do not take it for granted You will not be offered this opportunity again in this lifetime. Only the chosen will be a part of my family You are now my child, as I am your Maker I gave birth, to your death My blood now, courses through your veins You belong to me now, my love My kin Now you are a soulless, fiend People will hate and fear you You cold dead hand, will chill them to the bone Though some braver souls, will be intrigued by your youthfulness, quiet otherworldly demeanor, you pale pallor You must ingest blood now ,my dear If you don't not, it will weaken you, when the sun rises You must avoid the sun, like the plague, sleep in your coffin, till nightfall You will regain your strength when you rest When you awaken, you will be hungry for one thing, and one thing only The blood lust will consume, you until your craving is satiated If you find a willing victim, then the blood will taste warm and rich However some of the more brave victims will fight back For these lucky souls, you can glamour them into agreeing to allow you to feed on them Dispose of the body, in a are not used much by humans Learn to blend into your environment , then no one will suspect a thing for centuries |