Before The Mourning Sun


She exhaled, such a sweet breath of sorrow,

wondering who to go after tomorrow,

biting necks was no longer fun,

she wanted to bite the neck of 'the one',

her one true love,

the one made for only her,

so they would forever be,


but alas, she has forsaken,

the breath of her love was then taken,

he fell to his knees and closed his eyes,

and come to his death with those deadly sighs,

she cut him down to size,

but in her own suprise,

he awoke to the sound of her heart beating,

his eyes were white as a musty death

had born a new king,

her mission complete,

her love had won the defeat,

he had become a vampire,

before the mourning sun,

he was 'the one'

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