Cold is the night and full the moon,
deathly silent,through a window I observe you.
I,a hunter and you, my prey,watching
for when in your bed you will lay.
I await with insurmountable patience
the moment I shall have you in my presence.
As the hours pass all grows still,
I enter your bower and approach in silence,
viewing your sleep and inhale deep,
the scent of life emanates while you dream.
Normally,my victim,already you would have been,
but,something detains me;imagining’s? maybe.
In all the centuries of my existence
never had I felt this experience.
I enter with a singular objective
and full of intention,
the hunger besieges me
and your blood beckons.
Battling with my nature,
cautiously your slumbering body
I observe when in my direction you turn.
I realize once more,
the vitality at you core,
your blood I can almost taste
nearly knocking a lamp over in my haste.
I hear the blood running through your veins
and the beat of your heart which reminds me,
that mine, desiccated, will vibrate, never more.
Even feeling thus something touches me;
could it be possible?
Incapable of tender feelings,
what is it that stops me?
This I do not understand,
observing you with curiosity;
what does he possess that stays my hand?
The humanity within illuminates him like firebrand
and I, a black butterfly attracted by the shine.
I do not wish to destroy that which,
within him glimmers,
I would prefer to be part of it,
but know not if I am worthy
for I have been a great sinner.
I am a monster, for whom blood means life
yet a legend speaks of a possibility that love,
for creatures such as I, also exists.
Could it be that this fragile human
can be what my solitary existence
hath sought without knowing?
The choice, he will have to make,
without compulsion and born of the heart.
Being what I am, I could easily
make him love me, but it would destroy
his soul and be a lie I could not abide.
With all my faculties and supernatural abilities
I can only hope that he sees beyond my
despicable acts and my multitude of wrongs.
In my extended existence never, had I felt
this that now burdens me,
and, until this moment, had not known.
This feeling for a frail mortal
causes me trepidation, because surely,
this endeavor will never come to fruition.
In the moment of this deep contemplation
the human awakes and observes me
with certain confusion.
His first questions are:
Who you are? How did you enter?
Why have you come?
I will not do you harm,I was only
observing your time of dreams.
I am called Mozelle, and I am,
to be sure, a terrifying
and bloodthirsty creature,
alas I cannot injure you
and that is somewhat perplexing.
What a novel sensation,
this feeling of refrain.
Something came to life within me,
when first your countenance, I did see.
Until this moment I knew not,
what was confusing me thus.
I came to clarify my doubts,
find the answers to the questions
that have plagued me with restless bouts
and, now that you are awake
I realize how much is at stake.
From the first moment that I saw your face,
you introduced my dead heart to something
that could not possibly take place.
And now that the answers have come clear,
I will depart this place and lessen your fear.
I turned towards the window to exit…
(He whispers): "please do not go".
I hesitate; what must I do,
(I ask) to ease your mind?
It would easy to compel you not to fear,
but very difficult that you accept my love
and the eternity I wish to share.
This is a unique gift that I offer,
yet the decision is yours and,
your choice, sadly, I must obey.
But be warned to accept,
you should understand what it implies;
I will have to make you as I am,
to prolong your life. Together we will walk
through the passages of time,
discovering the intricacies of this love sublime.
She lowers her head in dread of the refusal
that surely she must come to expect.
Finally he answers: "To wander in perpetuity,
a high price to pay for a love you
are not certain you can claim."
His heart races at the thought of her plight, &n
This poem means too much to me for me to describe...