Bloody little flower, dolled up and dead,
I remember completely the last words she said,
'With love comes forth beauty, and beauty is hate,
humans seek evil, and that is our fate.'

I layed there for hours, entwined in her arms
from mortality, death, and a vampires charm.
Her heart pumping boldly with unholy sin
Oh, to hold this angel, my immortal kin!

Strange eyes and fangs, so fatal her kiss,
arteries of euphoria, hemoglobin bliss.
She speaks in tongues, her words sound so strange with
the passing of new blood flowing through her veins.

I can't help but admire, her skin lovely and pale,
this new creature, my fledgling, so young and so frail.
With strength, she desires the life which they hold
to rid her chilled body of pain and of cold.

The orgasmic abyss when her fangs meet their neck,
It consumes the whole being, when two souls connect.
To draw out the life force, all memory and sound
is stolen so quickly, so violently drowned.

Elegantly undead, child of the blood,
this anger, emotion, such sorrow does flood.
This unjust battle, the most gruesome of fights
Oh angel, dont worry, for soon shall come night.

Your coffin awaits you, and I will be there
I'll hold you close in this mausoleum we share
The sun shall go down, and the moon shall arise
These souls so damned, impure, that love never dies