DISCLAIMER - sadly, I own none of the series let alone the characters.
Poem One
How can she not fully see,
The fire she provokes in me,
The flames of love and lust that rise when she is around,
By true love I am forever bound,
To her, my angel my muse, my sole reason to exist,
The light amongst the dark, cruel mist.
Her full and vibrant personality,
Enchants, intrigues and puzzles me.
Her touch brings me out of the cold night,
Out of the blackness filled with blood and fright,
Then pulls me into her suns warm ray,
Where I wish and long to stay.
Entwined as one, together,
From this perfect moment until forever.
How can the angel not see,
That she doesn't deserve to become a monster like me,
Because she is the warm, the sun and the light,
And I am the cold, the moon and the night.
I am a hunter, full of instincts to kill,
She has not yet left me, but one day will,
Because she will see I am no good,
Then she will run screaming - as she should!
When that day comes,
I shall rejoice and weep,
And seek any reminder of her to keep
However I hope and fear,
That that day is not near
And that that day will never arise
Because I am not a monster in her blissful eyes.
