The Turning
A pretty sight you look to me,
So young and fresh you seem to be.
Come here to me, so that I might,
Embrace you on this darkest night.
Savagely I make you bleed,
So that I can have what I need,
From deep inside, it will be freed,
The ruddy sap on which I feed.
You want to scream and call for aid,
But consciousness begins to fade.
You needn’t pray, a fool you’d be,
There is no god to hear your plea.
Divorce faith in divinity,
And give yourself, in full, to me,
So that I may bestow on thee,
The deadly exanguinity.
A Rush of heat now fills your head,
Sensations only known in bed,
At first confused, but then you know,
And willingness begins to grow.
You know now that your life has changed,
It feels right, though it seems deranged,
And very soon, you’ll be like me,
Dependant on the blood you’ll be.
Come with me, don’t be afraid,
Your former life will slowly fade.
And I’ll be yours and you’ll be mine,
Together we will cross the line.
Upon the people we will dine,
A sanguinary pact we’ll sign,
And bound to me, so sacredly,
Forever and ever you’ll be.
