Okay, this poem is disturbing, so don't read if you don't like, okay? Lots of blood in this one, the amount of words containing blood is about fifteen. Not including words like crimson or stuff like that. Read on!

This blood upon my lips, it is so sweet and sour; bitter tasting.

The blood running down your hips, I lick it up, so there's no drop I'm wasting.

I feel it run down my sore throat and it gives me near orgasmic pleasure,

To take this sweet bloodlust and put it to my use, all in good measure.

In taking this vow of carnage, I cease to live outside the blood hole.

And the blood then consumes my dead lungs; it raptures me, and my cursed soul.

I feel your life, ebbing away, you will die sometime within this very day.

I feel you falter; you start to sway, but you will return to life some way.

But as I see you standing there, your crimson flowing, your weakness growing,

I feel like you have no idea of what you taste like; for I am all-knowing.

I take you by the hand and lead you to the mouth of life and death,

Caressing you, I drop you hand, but you don't fall; I catch my breath.

For the glow around you is indeed the thing I need, my true bloodlust.

I run my tongue upon your skin; I lap the coppery treat from your wound.

And feast upon your crimson; it was glutton, and I swooned.

Oh loving you is trivial, when I can drink your blood and run.

But while I flee; I love your blood to much to say; I come undone.

I fly into your arms, with my silver, sharp and deadly knife,

And create more of my pleasure, just enough; to much would end your life.

I pull my face up close to yours and breathe on you, you cringe in fear.

For even a mortal like you can tell there has been blood drunk here.

The blood was yours; and I indulge in feasting on your tender skin.

I never was a vampire, but its fun; so I might just have to begin.

Oh please give me more blood to drain away this hallowed resonance,

Why do you fight? I have already captured your last innocence!

Here I hold a vile of everlasting water; it makes you immortal.

Will you drink it; there's no turning back, and never can you be a mortal.

I press the vile against your lips; you drink it slowly to the very last drop.

Now we are both eternal; everlasting beats of blood and flame,

But still I crave your sweetest blood that fact has still remained the same.

And there may come a day when, weak from blood loss, you may fall away,

But it won't matter; I'll take you back again and drink your blood like I did today.

Oh cursed we are, surrounded by these screaming souls and so feared death.

I place my hand upon you mouth, and breathe on you with crimson breath.

Okay, poem over! Thanks:

Dark Magician Girl Hikaru –Yes, I rather liked that poem too! Darkly enchanting? Good description in your review, I liked it! Thanks for reviewing!

ttSerenity –Aw…I have decided, thanks to your review, that there will not be a chapter limit; I will merely get to chapter forty, and then update only like once a week, because truly, it's not easy thinking up a poem about the same person everyday for a month! Yeah, I am wondering when I will actually stop fanfiction, because I only registered last month, but what if YuGiOh keeps getting more unpopular, so hardly anyone visits this section? I would hate that! Thanks so much for your review!

I really like getting reviews, and if I missed responding to yours, I really apologize, you must have sent it after I posted this.

Love Sami, Ryou's Hikari.