Her scarred wrist is what I noticed first
looking so petrified and frail.
Going in because I had a real thirst
with a complexion so pale.
On impulse went up to her and spoke
not wanting to provoke.

Timid I thought she cowered at my voice
moving back very shaken.
Feeling in this busy place I had no choice
was my attraction mistaken?
Turning to leave on my arm a cold touch
wanting to say so much.

A brightness came into her mood
as we talked a little more.
From then on I had no time to brood
being the start of the gore.
Shocked to find this was a vampires lair
my friends to were unaware.

Why I had no fear of her I'll never know
there was a connection.
The other vampires drained my mates very slowly
in my arm I felt an injection.
It was her fangs but she drank a short measure
to revive and for pleasure.

Taking my hand pulling with a firm grip
we quickly left that nightmare.
I felt as if I was on a psychedelic drug trip
what happened I didn't care.
Telling me the reason our blood had mixed
looking at her I was transfixed.

Stunning now in my eye sight so beautiful
out in the daylight.
She went to kiss me I bowed to her rule
this time I felt a bite!
Next memory waking in a hospital bed
hard to believe I wasn't dead!

I had lost a lot of blood I was told
but I would be well.
Yet knowing inside I would not get old
this I could not tell.
Sensing nearby my love was waiting
of this there was no debating!

Quietly leaving she was outside
my thirst had returned.
Hand in hand I walked with pride
now it was blood I yearned!

The Foureyed Poet.