Poem

Letade fram dikt jag fick. En av de starkaste, för mig känslosammaste dikt jag någonsin fått.
Så full av uppgivenhet, kärlek, rädsla. Kan ju vara för att jag vet allt som ligger bakom den etc... Finns inte så mycket mer att säga. Läs den och begrunda.

Vampyra came and took my hand.
She took me to another land.
Not that of the dead and cold.
Not even to those eras old.

She took me to a sacred place.
Showed me what's underneath her lace.
We shared the bitter drink of life.
Now I face the threts of her knife.

She has now sucked me dry.
She has succeeded to make me cry.
It's a shame we never even met each other.
Now all to do is to keep on the smuther.

She was not apart of the living or dead.
She was as me, all scarred and red.
Now she is hurting as I cry.
Please girl... don't you die.


Skriven av Wayne Hirschberg 12 januari 2008 

tack

// Vampyra