Vampire


Like ice he is cold and pale as the snow
His eyes are like fire and somehow I know
He is not like me or anyone else
He moves so swiftly but also with stealth
His voice is a sonnet of love's deepest aches
His words form a song with each sound that they make
I'm frightened but somehow heed to his call
I know that I am helpless held under his thrall

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A woman is seduced by a vampire.