The Vampire Prince
The blue-black night he does adorn,
yet withers and weakens upon the morn.
With approaching light his beauty fades.
Sun bearing her bright new day.
I fear not the dawn of light,
for my love returns in the dusk of night.
His dark beauty alive once again,
leaping from the blue-black canvas of sin.
He exudes such power, and allure,
Forcing his bite, draining the pure.
Given freely is the blood,
just for a chance to feel his touch.
Pain, and pleasure mixes control.
I give to him my heart and soul.
The blue-black night he does adorn,
my vampire prince returns once more.
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