In the forest, beneath the tree’s shadow
A lost young girl snuggles into the dark
Embracing the cold she pulls her cloak on
Hypnotized by the tall handsome vampire
His hungry eyes lingering at the mark
burnt onto her skin when she met her doom.
Many nights have passed since he met his doom
His twisted wicked past leaves a shadow.
Etched into his soul, an eternal mark,
A reminder of days before the dark.
A child of the night he is a vampire
He doesn’t sleep, he is always turned on.
There is no blame, no one to put it on.
The morning light will always be their doom.
Blood bonds them, united as vampires
Roaming the night, living in the shadow
Guided by the moon, dancing in the dark
Children of the night, evil has left its mark.
Time has a habit of growing that mark
The moonlight is all they can depend on
Paving their fate as creatures of the dark
Haunted by the memories of their doom
Their mortal selves dead in the shadows
Their souls succumb to the kings of vampires.
Lessons are learnt from her master vampire
She ventures through the night to make her mark
performing her dance in the forest shadow
with only her charm and wits to rely on
she brings the next mortal to their doom
as eternal beings of the shadows.
A mark is left when we fall to the dark
Our inner vampire takes nightmares to build on
Here we meet our doom and succumb to the shadows.
Charlie Ann Alford 