THE VAMPYRE

One night she came
so tender and so suddenly.
No door could stop.
No shelter help.
Too mighty was the melody.

The sharpest knife
that cut his strongest vein
was hidden in her longing smile.

But the boy did not know
and he felt no fear.
He got lost in her beauty
and even called her: "My Dear!"

Like this they were playing innocently
coming closer and closer...
and with a smile on her lips
she told him gently
what she is.

But the boy did not know
and he felt no fear.
He got lost in her song
and even called her: "My Dear!"

Like this they were playing innocently
coming closer and closer...
and with a smile on his lips
his blood started running.
Secretly.

The morning had to come
and took her away.
Now she was warm
and the boy pale, but gay.

Soon a strange fear climbed up his heart.
He started to shiver
and to feel suddenly cold.

Embraced by his blankets
he closed his eyes...
"I hope she will come...
she did not tell me lies.

I will drink her blood
and make her feel cold.
Together we'll turn
our blood
into heavenly gold."

(excerpt from: Poems Of Truth, Laughter and Happiness, 2008-2009)