by Nick Gisburne
Enchanted by a Shadow, one she met
Beyond the bounds of what is truly real
The vampire mourns, tormented by regret
For something secret, hidden in the deal
He promised her a dark, eternal dream
Debauchery, unlimited delight
Although the price of passage was extreme
Beguiled, her soul surrendered to the bite
Her body, drained beyond the point of death
Was stripped of every smothered, strangled sense
Awake, alive, she found her blood, her breath
Reborn, renewed, brought little recompense
In legends only reckless men may write
She is the vampire chicken of the night
