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A whisper, almost silent,
Floating gently on the breeze,
A shadow, within a shadow,
I felt eyes watching me,
Born of darkness, black as pitch,
I felt my anxiety rising,
Tightening every nerve,
Feeding my fear's surmising.
She emerged then, from a spell,
Into a dreamlike reality,
I stood rigid, in a trance,
To look upon her sheer beauty,
She stood beneath a blackened hood,
Bedecked in silver and precious stones,
She looked like a countess from the past,
Yet no more than 20 years old.
She walked towards me, creeping slowly,
Her eyes staring into mine,
Her lips were pouting, beckoning,
As she stepped into my mind,
I felt my heart pound in my breast
With a mixture of fear and awe,
Mesmerized, I couldn't move,
I knew that something was wrong.
She held a rose within her hand
And pricked a finger on a thorn,
She held her hand then, to her mouth
And licked the blood till it was gone,
A look of hunger on her face
And the passion within her eyes,
Flashed a warning to my senses
That I should flee before I die.
But her hypnosis held me firm,
I could not move but a single muscle,
I stood, watching as she came closer,
My heart beating faster still,
I knew then, within my soul
That Death, tonight, would take the helm,
There was nothing I could do
But to sink into her undead realm.
I felt her breath upon my cheek,
I felt it's warmth upon my neck,
I felt the sharpness of her teeth
As they sunk into my flesh,
I felt my life drain away,
I felt the iron fist of Death
Clutch my soul within it's grip,
To steal my last mortal breath.
I thank her for the immortality
She bestowed upon my human form,
And I thank her for the love we share
Now that we are as one,
And I thank her for her ancient wisdom,
For showing me the truth,
But most of all I thank her
For the eternal youth.
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