Author's Notes:
I've been watching a lot of vampire shows and reading some vamp books lately, and it inspired me to write this poem. I'm going to write a story about it eventually, but I'm posting the poem now.
The Black ©
It’s always the same
The bitter, the cold
It started out as a game
Like me, it’s getting old
He’s the bitter drug
I loathe to crave
Eyes so full of love
Staring up from the grave
To you, on my knees I’d crawl
Capturing my soul, my fading light
You could have had it all
But with the Black you had to fight
No ocean too deep
The fastest I could run
A century without sleep
And it still ever comes
Your heart was my anchor
The last link to what I was
You pulsed with my succor
I’m always in the Black’s claws
Justice, she mocks me
To face the sun and the pain
But the Black moves my feet
And I start over again