Poem,

Hellsing,

Little Angel.

The blonde hair,
The blood red eyes,
Such fair skin,
The sighns of Aryan,
But not any more.
The sighns of Vampire,
The vamperic strength,
The vamperic power.
No,
It's her beauty,
It's her innocence,
It's her personality.
Not even that now that I put my mind to it.
Many men would fall to her feet,
just like like that,
in a matter of a fact.
All she has to do is snap he fingers together,
And she would have every thing she wants,
but until that time,
She's mine.
Until she drinks the blood of corse,
Until she has the power of the vampire,
Until then,
She's Mine.
Until then,
She's my little vamperic Angel.
Seras Victoria.
My little fledgling,
My daughter,
and soon to be bride,
Seras Victoria.
A/N there's not much more to say, I do also surport SxA fanfics, as well as AxI. I do think this isn't a poem, but it could pass a bit but hey, tell me what you think.
Silver!