Of the Night
by Allan Workman
as the blood drips from the bite. Two small holes upon her neck, two streams of blood run down her breast. She falls asleep, the sleep eternal, until she awakens, reborn anew. better, stronger, the perfect breed. In her blood I've planted the seed. By her side i watch her lie, Doubled in beauty since the night she died. Until she awakens, I will fast, pay no attention to the nights that pass. Her eyes open, beauty incarnate. She asks, "Am I human?" I answer, "Far from it." And into the night I lead, Taking her to feed. Her humanity I did sever, my final endeavor, to ensure that our love will last forever. Get back your lost love |