Silently the soliloquies trapped inside my mind,
hearken to the voices of most sinister of kinds.
Bereaved yet betrothed, darkness is my bride.
Hitherto and wherefore, all around she lies.
She embraces me in my complacency, a danger of which I'm unaware.
The extremity of her intimacy, she lead me where others wouldn't dare.
Blood strewn across the sheets, my soul she has at last.
She bears her teeth in modesty, savoring her repast.
Unto me, she speaks, with powers shes yet to unfold
"Your love for life will fade away, and you will do as you are told."
Stricken with fear, death ripped and it seared all that I have known.
These shrouds of hate uncovered my fate, to ashes my humanity then goes.
I awaken renewed, empowered yet confused to what to make of this mess.
I realize now, my lady, my queen, I am a servant of the vampiress.
COMMENTS
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Akasha420
16:33 Feb 28 2008
which vampiress are you servant to?