His Vampire Countess

His Vampire Countess
By: Nico Mirolla

Residing in temptation,
Hidden from sight,
The night grows weary,
They have begun their flight,

To their castle of stone,
In the mountains above,
Secluded by trees,
And immeasurable love,

Basking in gold,
Breathing fresh air,
A massive virgin mountain,
Which none can compare,

The once empty throne,
Built with diamonds and gems,
A history of conquered kings,
And their emblems,

Immortality,
As nice as it seems,
It won’t disperse,
Like a fantasy or dream,

An endless life of hunting nights,
Awaiting every bite,
Evading the light,
Deciding wrong from right,

Stomach growing empty,
Blood runs thick,
Enough life to steal,
They take their pick,

A terrible mistake,
She found the wrong blood,
Hunting by the lake,
This Liken camouflaged by mud,




He comes to save her,
A brief flash of light,
Her one and only monsieur,
The ever fading night,

Colder then ice,
Whiter then snow,
The skin is transparent,
So clear that it glows,

Dark hair of night,
Curls in the breeze,
Winding and turning,
Like leaves on the trees,

Golden brown eyes,
A history of lies,
Withholding the skies,
The inexorable demise,

Holding in his arms,
As she bleeds out,
He still charms,
Every minute about,

Rushing her home,
Her life fading fast,
To his unknowing,
She has past,

His everlasting sorrow,
Lingering pain,
He takes his own life,
He takes it not in vain,

He will meet her again,
He has achieved success,
He now knows he has found,
His Vampire Countess