Man and girl walk under the moon of full,
their faces enjoy the breeze of cool.
Her heart starts beating at a quickened pace
as she looks into her boyfriend's face,
his face, pale as the moon,
And wonders: "Will it happen soon?"
They come to a green field of dark,
where, at daylight, stands the park.
Her dark eyes see nothing there.
"Good," she whispers, and flips her raven hair.
"If you love me, love me!" says she
"If so ye will," answers he.
She lies on the grass of cold
and feels his breath most bold
Now, her whole body shakes,
fearing that from the dream she wakes.
his hand travels to her lips
and there it gently grips.
she sees his teeth of withe,
those sharp blades of night.
And oddly, she starts to fear,
that he didn't hold her dear.
she starts to kick and swing,
yet it does not harm the darkness king.
His hand muffles her shriek
and her punches to her seem weak.
He bites her flesh of neck
and she fights no longer back.
She feels his teeth, cold as ice,
and with them, her own sighs.
He takes his fangs from out her skin
and from the fangs, his mark of kin,
blood drips on her uncovered breast
and there it stops to rest.
and with them, it does rise and fall,
as she hears the full moon's call.
he speaks: "now, together we are bound."
And slowly, she rises from the ground.
she feels a terrible fright,
and with it, a fabulous delight.
For now, she will fear the morrow,
for now, she is one of those of eternal sorrow.
