The Vampires Offer

The Vampires Offer

A Poem by SilentAuthor

I am fighting my desires
Keeping my urges all at bay
Fighting everything inside of me
At this spot I have to stay

But there you walk so carelessly
So charmed and worry free
Well, that will be the case
Until you're standing next to me

You are the desire of these gentleman
A suitor you would normally choose
But tonight my dear, that choice is mine
And I most certainly will not lose

My fingers twitch so anxiously
I haven't fed in days
How I crave for the taste of you
Oh how I want to play

But still I sit so patiently
My timing must be right
If I'm to get you to come with me
Into the cold darkness of the night

Your essence is what I am wanting
Your taste is what I crave
Your life I may remove from you
When I take all of your blood away

Al last you notice where I sit
And you slowly walk my way
If only you know that every step you take
Will direct your soul away

You take a seat opposite me
And I can see sunlight on your skin
Your eyes shining like a starlit night
Your lips form such a delicate grin

I can see your pulse beat low and strong
I am weakened by what I need
How I want to pierce your neck
How I crave for your blood to feed

The time has come, I can't wait no more
Into my eyes I make you see
Instantly into my glamour you're entranced
My dear now follow me

Away from the crowd I lead you
Into the darkness I aim to sink
With you at my hand, I see no better place
Than the moonlit park at which to drink

Within my glamour you are held
But away from pain you will not be kept
I trace a line down your cheek
The trail of tears that will be wept

Your time is now, I reveal my fangs
And place them smoothly into your neck
I drink your essence, your life force
Your blood so pure and perfect

I slow my drink as you drop to your knees
And I pull away to see
The beauty I have left for dead
Your life ending because of me

I grab your wrist and feel your pulse
It is weak but still in time
Now should I leave you here to die
Or give you what blood is mine

I lean towards your pale lips
For you to whisper in my ear
This one last choice is yours to make
Is it death or is it fear?

© 2014 SilentAuthor


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Added on March 12, 2014
Last Updated on March 12, 2014
Tags: Vampire, victim, prey, hunt, drink, feed, night, death