On a bed of roses she lies
as the vampire drains her, she dies.
Drinking her blood, drop by drop,
tasting her crimson as her heart stops.
He feels the essence of her very soul
leave her body while she turns cold.
Then, the embodiment of Death comes to take her over.
The vampire has become her final lover.
The Grim Reaper reaches for her hand
to take her away to Purgatory’s land.
She looks up into his dark, hollowed eyes
then looks back at the vampire to say her goodbyes.
He returns her gaze as she drifts away,
longing for just one more moment for her to stay.
But her time has come for her at last.
It will no longer be present, the time will be past
as the reaper takes her away,
alone the vampire must stay.
(“The Black Heart” ~ Poem by Sheila Renee Parker)
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