I hope you enjoy these poems. Play song and enjoy.
Beautiful and grand.
Is the vampire melody of the ages.
I am at its hand.
As people put up lit sages.
I am a royalty.
But not just any kind.
As I have loyalty.
But people pay me no mind.
I am a vampire looking for a bride.
As I am at the hand of death and life.
I have no pride.
But I'm looking for the best wife.
I want one that I can give.
My old one was in 1876.
She died at the age of 44 so she had a life to live.
There is nothing 120 years can fix.
I searched for the one for 118 years.
I finally found the one.
But of course everyone has their fears.
I don't want her life to be done.
She has the name that reminds me of snow.
I lure her outside.
Using my ethereal glow.
She has a guide.
I bite into her and head to my place.
My servants see the girl and smile taking her to her room.
They are dressing her in a purple dress of satin and lace.
I am only hoping she would not lead herself to her doom.
I will protect her with my life.
She recovered from her bite.
As she is my wife.
Her dress is purple satin and lace with a belt of white.
She greeted me and told me and told me her name.
It is a beautiful name called Bianco which means white.
She always thought that being a mortal is lame.
She thanked me for the bite.
She really is my old wife.
I notice she looked like her as well.
She and I will be together for our entire life.
She had a past that left her father in a cell.
She is beauty reincarnated into a vampire.
But it has a bit of mortality into the mix.
As we both will now reign our empire.
As she lives here.
She has more of a glow.
But it is mere.
As a new world of color starts to show.
I always call her my blood rose.
As we dance in the moon.
A new vampire hunting arose.
And we have to leave soon.
When we hear the banging we ran.
We run together in the night.
I carry her when I can.
But every town we go causes fright.
Alas my wife didn't make it long.
She was tied up in rose vines.
So I am at her corpse singing her favorite song.
Her blood redder than most wines.
I am alone once more.
I see them burn her body and try to bury it with salt.
My hate for them fills my core.
And I make them halt.
I am a vampire royalty.
Wearing my blue dress.
My guards appear with their loyalty.
And they see the mess.
I take her mildly burnt body and bury under a tree.
Vines around her feet and wrists dying.
Every vampire hunter begins to flee.
As I am left there crying.
