The Love for a Reaper
His dark figure,
So calming to me.
Yet for others it speak death
His eyes cold as death,
Leaving his victims paralyzed to his will
Such power in the depths,
And yet with all the power,
They are soft and warming to me.
As too of never hurt anyone.
With a touch of his hand,
Takes the breath from the depths of lungs.
But with the same touch of his hand,
Shivers of desire and want run along every inch of my body.
Darkest of them all,
Keeper of soul,
Feared by most,
Loved by few.
Dark souls for dark hearts,
Dark hearts for dark love,
Dark love for dark nights,
Dark nights for dark days
My love for my Dark Reaper.
A Vampires Life
Dead by day,
Life by night.
I live by the blood of others
Moving place to place
Traveling by the moon’s light
Never knowing what eternal life will bring
Cursed to be alone
Never to love
Always to lone around
Wanting the feeling I will never have
Life as a vampire
Cold and hard
Only a shadow in the dark
Only deaths darkest hour.
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