The Birth of A Princess
Introduction:
Vampire poem
As the sun slowly sets, she will awaken
She looks about her and her new life has her shaken
She visits the mirror, not knowing the site
She’s never seen her skin so creamy white
Bringing her fingers to her lips which have become the color of red wine
She remembers her rendezvous with in the ivy vine
She is taken back when she notices her fingers and nails
“This only happens”, she thought, “In stories and tales”
“The kind with moon drenched creatures”
And now she bore their features
That man…THAT MAN…Last night’s pleasure
He said that he had more than treasure
The memories flooded back and filled her mind
Of the note she’s received which was perfectly lined
“Meet me in the garden. By your beauty, I am awe struck”
So on it read until it was in her mind and stuck
A twig cracked and she twirled ’round
A man with black hair and sunken cheeks she found
One thing went to another and she felt the pierce
The bite that made her look so fierce
She dressed herself in her normal leather and black
And hunts for dinner without looking back
——–January 10, 2000
