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I saw a man and I could not fear,
and slowly I took a step to be near.
This man with black shining hair,
had eyes like silver which made me stare.
He smiled but no smile ever reached his eyes,
and I wonder if they will ever hear my cries.
His hands lift up to touch my hair,
it leaves me startled at his dare.
I try to speak but speech fails me,
something seems familiar and I feel so free.
Is it possibly I love this Devil who haunts me,
Even when he comes to my dreams and bothers me.
As his teeth sinks into my neck,
I smiled a small smile and said: What the heck.
My Vampire, 2nd Part,
Each night my Devil came for his drink,
eager his passion would flow, always leaving me on the brink.
Then days I would sleep the sun away,
and waited at night for him to share his prey.
His kisses left me weak and in desperate need,
until I could stand no more and had to plead.
Our bodies entwined, wilful sweet,
my aura hungry and in dire need.
I licked and bit at my own accord,
for I have never yet explored.
Silk and hard his muscles felt,
as my hands slipped and held.
He lifted me up and felt so strong,
he felt so right and nothing wrong.
This man was my Vampire, my Devil too,
and at last I had the courage to say, I love you!
My Vampire, Part 3
Fresh lilies he brought as a wedding gift,
soon I was shuffled into the ground on a graveyard shift.
We loved each other and he fed me well,
he brought me home where I could dwell.
At night my Devil would hunt and we would eat,
making passionate love before we slept in our coffin suite.
Yet, one night my Devil did not return,
leaving me hungry and fearing eternal burn.
My heart felt sad and knocked with pain,
driven on to the brink and nearly made me insane.
A week went by and no one came,
my Devil has left me, it was a true, true shame.
But hunger came, and I needed food,
so one night I went of looking, looking in every nook.
I found a drifter and drank my fill,
returned to my home, the old abandoned mill.
Bitterness willed my dead, dead heart,
pulled me inside bitterly apart.
At last my Devil returned one night,
next to him stood a woman all dressed in white.
A new bride he took and made her his,
my Devil who once weakened my knees.
I did not listen to him as he reasoned with me,
could not phantom why he'd even plea.
He broke my heart and brought her home,
she, new mistress, and peachy skin, came in and took my throne.
My Vampire, Part 4
Nights, I pondered on what to do,
about my Devil, who dared to be untrue.
I did not want her, part of my life;
neither did I want to be his first wife.
So instead I roamed the open lands,
thinking up more evil plans.
As wolves howl in lonely despair,
I wanted to give my ex-lover, his equal share.
Then one night I met a man,
oh much more evil and he had a plan.
The plan would end and my Devil would burn,
his newly wedded wife would also have her turn.
In my coffin I lay going over my plans,
showing a sweet smile and even sometimes touching my fangs.
Then one night, I waited till the moon was full,
and started to plot against the tool.
Soon it was bedtime and they would sleep,
I sat there waiting until they were sleeping deep.
Then I waited for the sun to come near,
and dragged their coffins into the clear.
I lifted their lids and smiled down at them,
wasn't I just the truest and most evil gem?
I could not burn because I had a cream;
humans called it a silly name: something like, Sun Screen.
I went back in and slept like the dead,
woke the next night and had my fed.
My Devil and his second wife
would never again have eternal life.
They burned to a crisp in the deadly sun,
and I had to admit, it was so much fun.
My new Lover and I, each night lay entwine,
a fabulous lover, this new Demon man of mine.
If he is any good I might keep him,
even crown him my royal king.
But if he ever tries to betray,
I would remove him out of my way.
For Queen of the Damned that is what I am,
will never ever let anything rule me, not even a man.