Disclaimer: for this and all next chapters – this fic is not written to make any golden coins out of it. Everything recognizable from any vampire books/movies does not belong to me.

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The Voice of the Night

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Author’s note: a collection of my poems that I wrote under influence of vampire books and movies, mainly from Ann Rice and Laurel Hamilton.

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I’ve seen you in my dream tonight,

Where you were lying on the pillow

Through window I could see the willow

Crying by river in sun’s fading light

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You were so beautiful, serene,

Sleeping like angel, calm and deep

I’ve sworn: “Thy peace I’ll keep!”

And sat by you, in that sweet dream

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You didn’t wake. The sun has gone

Behind the forest far away

The night has come to end the day,

To kill the hope and praise the lorn

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The chill has crept into my veins,

I felt the shadow of the doom

Coming to break the bliss in room,

Calling with icy voice our names

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I looked at you, and frightened scream

Escaped my lips – for you were dead!

Pale, as if the sun has never had

The chance to kill you in that dream…

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Your eyes had opened – they were black,

You laughed at me with eerie glee,

And then you smirked and said to me:

“To world of living you shan’t come back!”

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I tried to run, but I could not,

Tied with my promise to protect you

For evermore. To never let you

Fade away and face an awful lot

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Your thin cold fingers touched my cheek,

Your lips – so red, your skin – too pale,

Through night rings song of nightingale,

He doesn’t hear my hopeless shriek

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My blood – your life; my death – your power

Your sharpest fangs deep in my neck

The lethal kiss I cannot break

As I grow weaker by the hour…

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Last thing I saw there were your eyes

They were no longer black, but grey

Now that you have found the prey

To satisfy your endless thirst

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I disappeared in your vampire’s kiss

My eyes grew dim, my hands turned cold

I could no longer to life hold –

And in one moment I’ve ceased to exist