“Birth of a Vampire”

Birth of a Vampire By Bradley Molnar

Birth of the Vampire…

‘Twas in the age of old Henry the 6

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When she found me in French sewers near death So brave and sweet my kind Elizabeth Called me demon but spared me in one breath

She brought me to you on her own free will She showed you the powers I could offer thee Back when she blindly followed your creed still And you craved the power that I could see

You chained us two together, her and me A monster and a spy bound in your greed Though in time her fear would begin to flee Taught her the love we desperately need

She called me black rose, and many times since Demon no more, an angel that was sent I knew not then of the significance Of the meaning of love and what it meant

Our love only grew as my blood was spilled I felt each time the doubt in her heart grow But for my sake the rituals were filled And I gave you those secrets that I know Until one night she could take it no more Your guards were strong, and our escape was tight But as one we made it to the castle door And she begged me to leave, to run, take flight

So how did you react when I was freed? We both know you hate what you can’t control You labeled her a witch, her acts misdeeds Fed her to the flames for her selfless roll

You buried her bones as I watched in fear Banished her tomb, so many miles from home Every night I wash her casket with tears Buried miles underneath the silent stone

And here in the dark rings the broken glass Restored in power, a truly great fright Struggle, and fight to restore the past Screaming with anger in the dying light

It was you who thought that you were so smart it was you who broke my heart of the night but power is hidden within your heart and through you I will make everything right

Reader, beware where the blackened rose grows Guard close your precious sanguine light And should it appear within your window You will serve a greater purpose tonight

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