Fangs
<?xml:namespace prefix = o ns = "urn:schemas-microsoft-com:office:office" /><o:p></o:p>Her deadly fangs shimmered opalescent, in the cool fall harvest moonlight,
<o:p></o:p>Her loving eyes are aquamarine crystals, pools which glimmer in the night.
Her soft lips are the crimson of a red rose, blood glistening with a scream.
<o:p></o:p>Her white skin is the color and silkiness, a bowl of freshly poured cream.
<o:p></o:p>Her blonde hair hangs softly in strands, like the purest spun golden honey.
<o:p></o:p>Her flowing satin green dress sparkles, the dark emerald color of money.<o:p></o:p><o:p>
</o:p>She was my first love; my last, only; even though she was taken by death.
<o:p></o:p>She will haunt my every memory, even after I’ve taken my last dying breath.
<o:p></o:p>She stayed forever at my side my lover, from the time that I was a young boy.
<o:p></o:p>She was the kindest and most giving lover, always my sweetest comfort and joy.
<o:p></o:p>She makes me recoil now in horror, from the terrifying monster she’s become.
<o:p></o:p>She will forever be my only true love, even death together we will overcome.<o:p></o:p><o:p>
</o:p>I shall become one again with my lover, my darling she will take me this night.
<o:p></o:p>I have surrendered every concept and notion, of what is now wrong and right.
<o:p></o:p>I join her in her cold embrace of death; I know that this was not sent from above.
<o:p></o:p>I feel her razor sharp fangs sliding gently, into my throat with her unending love.
<o:p></o:p>I am feeling my life slipping away slowly, as my blood runs down into her throat.
<o:p></o:p>I am sucking the cut wrist she’s offered, her cold creeping slowly into my coat.<o:p></o:p><o:p>
</o:p>My own fangs I now feel are growing, as my body shudders coldly with death.
My skin is now turning white and pallid, as I am drawing my last final breath.
<o:p></o:p>My fear now regressing we are together, lifeless yet I feel my love swell.
<o:p></o:p>My love and I are forever cursed, to darkness, nighttime feeding and hell.
<o:p></o:p>My life blessed by her love as I knew it, is now gone forever yet not lost.
<o:p></o:p>My love’s so great for us to be forever, cursed together is worth the cost.<o:p></o:p><o:p>
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We now scream like the banshees, floating over the Scottish moors.
<o:p></o:p>We float hand in hand together, over our tombs icy cold granite floors.
<o:p></o:p>We together in life faced its joys and fears, forever my love never to die.
<o:p></o:p>We move silently in the night together, we will now always somehow try.
<o:p></o:p>We look for the meaning in our death, although forever we will bear a curse.
<o:p></o:p>We were very shortly separated and yet, we found being apart is far worse.<o:p></o:p><o:p>
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Together freely we roam the night now, searching for a meal and our prey.
<o:p></o:p>Together we have embraced our curse, Cain’s blood that makes us this way.
<o:p></o:p>Together we hide in the early morning, from the suns deadly golden rays.
<o:p></o:p>Together we can never see the sunrise, or the sunset the rest of our days.
<o:p></o:p>Together because of this curse we are, to be shunned and feared by men.
<o:p></o:p>Together in our crypt we hide from, the sunlight and wait for night to begin.<o:p></o:p><o:p>
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Our fangs are our bond that separates us, from what was once our mortal life.
<o:p></o:p>Our love binds us closer together now, more than any mortal husband and wife.
<o:p></o:p>Our love is our haven while hunting, fangs stronger and sharper than knives.
<o:p></o:p>Our prowess in darkness to move, without being caught our immortality belies.
<o:p></o:p>Our happiness is an eternity of living, each night together battles we will fight.
<o:p></o:p>Our swiftness as we move like wind, our skills we perfect together each night.<o:p></o:p><o:p> </o:p><o:p>
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The fangs that feed us also curse us, if we step in the light we will burn.
<o:p></o:p>The fangs that sink into our victims, will keep us together as we learn.
<o:p></o:p>The fangs will keep us in darkness, never again in the light can we stay,
<o:p></o:p>The fangs make us relentless hunters, forever killers that hide from the day.
<o:p></o:p>The fangs draw the blood from mortals, which nourish us night after night.
<o:p></o:p>The fangs separate us from humans; my love keeps me holding her tight.
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</o:p>Then comes an Angel sent down by God and with compassion he spoke.
<o:p></o:p>Then we slowly bowed down before him, our deaths nothing but a bad joke.
<o:p></o:p>Then we remembered our Godly lives and how we always tried to do good.
<o:p></o:p>Then came our chance for repentance, although it was only a dream we could.
<o:p></o:p>Then came the morning sun’s bright rays, as we ran for our crypt from the light.
<o:p></o:p>Then we hoped we would go to Heaven, but we will hunt yet another night.<o:p></o:p><o:p>
by Jerry K. Warner</o:p>
