by Suzanne Carré
Betrayed by you, upon the setting sun,
The shadows merge, but you do not arise,
Alone, to your silk-draped bedroom I run:
I understand, I must apologize.
My love, I know I have demanded you,
Because I need thy presence come the night;
I dread the thought thou hast but spurned me too,
And gave another favorite thy bite.
Forgive me, vampire love of mine, I plead
Thy mercy: keep my mortal frame in check,
Forgo not our pact in blood, indeed
I dream of you soft lips against my neck.
How can I just deny my feelings, dear?
When you exchange emotions, free of fear.