...Vampyre

suddnly a darkness falls across my desk
the moon hiding behind a cloud,
Shying away from evil acts performed.
a figure stares in my mirror,
the mirror shows no face.

a new fresh ghost
Sired by a lord feared by his people
by a choice not her own,
she stalks eternal grief
Taken from her love,
an existance formed from hate

***

Vengance sought for deed,
Still hers, no longer mine.
She now sought in hate for hers
Once she was so pure,
now she dresses black

***

Vampyre
no death to cleanse her wounds
soured from grief and hate

they said he had no death
She found it,
now she seeks it
But fears it all the same