Vampire

The snow shone black under his eyes

They were blood-red gold and hot as ice

He was a creature made for the night

That was alight around him

 

The day was dark and dismal to him

The world then would not bend to his every whim

He was a creature made to enchant

All vain maidens of beauty

 

He was a lover with whom none could compare

The eyes of women shone to him everywhere

But all he longed for was the sweetness of death

Where his true love lay to not meet him yet

Vampire

The snow shone black under his eyes
That were blood red gold and hot as ice
He was a creature made for the night
That was alight around him

The day was dark and dismal to him
The world then would not bend to his every whim
He was a creature made to enchant
All maidens of beauty of vanity and within

He was a lover with whom none could compare
The eyes of women shone to him everywhere
But all he longed for was the sweetness of the death
Where his true love lay to not meet yet