Vampire (A Poem)

A stain of blood across her lips, as into their flesh her fangs repeatedly slip, a type of vampiric pleasure only the immortal can feel, you don't have to live forever to know that they are real.

Crossing over to immortality, leaving behind a sense of of morality, now a dark need consumes her to the core, everytime he feeds, his thirst for blood grows a little more.

Darkness, and a force of strength, plus of all her talents, when she runs, she gets a burst of speed, she desires to create a master race, the Psychic-Vampire, an entirely new breed.

Authentically she can, fulfill the desire of any man, if she doesn't drain him dry, then perhaps she'll give him a more painful way to die. She doesn't give out mercy on those which she feeds, she exposes their flesh and dares them not to bleed, all of their cries, she ceases to hear, and collects a portion of their fear.

To change a human into a vampire, would cause her to have consequences most dire.

The undead are eventually drawn into their darkest hour, when she realizes her teeth are not the greatest power, so she seeks to find a new way to live, a sanctuary, so she can find a new way to be free.

Devoid of sunlight, and a holy rain, jumping to a great height, then causing more pain. Doomed to eternal misery, in a night that shall never end, no one to have as a mate willingly, no one to call a friend.

Fated to be alone, without a soul to share, watching her kids grieve for their own, while still alive to bury all her family, a burden even an immortal shouldn't have to bear.

Is it worth it to live forevermore, if she burns in hell for her sins, she thinks not, what would she be living for, just to make sure the devil wins?

She doesn't want to be on the losing side, so she will give up her fangs and surrender, so when everyone she loved and even herself have died, she might repent and see all of the Lord's glorious splendor.