Vampire Sonnet

Tonight I die; tonight I am reborn,
an ancient rite of power, lust and grace.
Tonight I die by ancient secrets sworn;
tonight I am reborn to seek her face.
The moon obscures my thoughts with thoughts of blood
that pulses through the beauty of her heart.
The moon pulls every ebbing tide to flood,
and lovers pulled too violently apart.
The curse of separation is the death
of beauty hidden in the light of day
which waits for night to draw its living breath
and watches as the veil is stripped away.
She bares her perfect breast, her neck, her soul,
surrenders death and life to my control.

-for the Full Moon, and the coming of Twilight

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