I am her Lancelot and she is my Gwenevere.
A queen skilled in things both earthy and divine.
Of all men I alone see her fully.
I alone can possess her whole.

I am a pillar in her castle.
Cool and quiet, I am invisible
to the horde which seethes around us.
So still and strong that though I hide nothing
they cannot see me at all.

Through all days I stand sentinel over her.
I watch her ally, decieve, enlighten, defend.
The knights at court are pawns before her will
and through them she can achieve great ends.

October 14, 2008 (The Courier-Mail / Tony Keim) -- A teenager who tried to kill her pet dog so she could drink its blood and become a vampire has been accused of trashing her mum's Ipswich home. Kayler Rose-Maree Scott, 18, appeared before Ipswich Magistrate's Court on Monday morning charged with wilful damage. Scott was arrested over the weekend for allegedly smashing 15 windows of her mother's home.

My Vampire Mate

I await eagerly for my vampire mate, So together we can spend eternity,fate.

Regret

There I sat, droopy and depressed, This is all there is, I should've guessed.

Could I train myself to ignore the boredom,
And excuse my own insanity,
For just one moment of sheer delight?
Could I stare out the window,
And watch the young girl learn to ride her bike,
With glowing ambition,
And cold determination,
I find myself envious of the child,
For her mind is not her prison,
So that one day she wakes to find her mind clouded,confused.
A small ant encased in a pickle jar prison,
Small crumbs of her dignity scattered around her glass cage,
Even the small delights of life

When I was a Vampire, I did it for the money. Which makes me a vampiric whore I guess. Which is mild compared to labels the blood sucking, corruption dealing reps of the Undead have been trading under for millennia.