Lady and the Vamp

A poem about immortal romance

When the moon hits his eye, And the sun’s begun fleeing, He’s right by her side. This shadowy being.

He only cares for the night, Though he loves her all day. When the hours are early, He whisks her away.

To court her like summer, And touch her in the dark, He can smell the redness of her blood, Her lips just as stark.

He grazes her dainty fingers, She smiles at his sharp pointed teeth. Unafraid and certain in that, There’s still a heart underneath.

Though his remains unbeating, He’ll kiss her neck and say, “It’s only purpose is to be yours,” To exist for her —

— that’s amoré.