Vampire

New poetry

My silk-skinned lover returns



As twilight beckons us to dance



In streams of stars we fall again



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Oh beauty,



You are mine



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Clever is the way which you persuade



But I am not the longing fools you have seduced before



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I take your hand and embrace my own heart



I will not beg for mercy from the one who guides the knife



It is I who sees through this fantasy



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You will not discover I wept or shielded my face in shame



When the sun is all that rests beside me



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No



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And while you slip back to the comfort of impartial shadow



I alone will know your name