A Being of Darkness, a Creature of the Night

 
I watched the girl stroll down the path,
Ashamed of my longing for her blood.
I sat wishing that upon me would fall God's wrath.
I wasn't always a vampire... no, a demon.
It all started when I was doing my homework for math.

There was no one else at home and as I got ready for bed,
I heard a rustle and then a tapping on my window.
I turned and saw two beady bat eyes that glowed red.
I felt a sudden urge to open the window as I looked in to those orbs.
As I opened it, the bat flew in and on the dresser I hit my head.

I awoke several hours later, to find myself with a handsome youth
I looked around and realized that I was in an old cave.
I asked the boy where I was but he merely smiled and I learned the truth.
I smiled back, for I had always wanted to meet a vampire.
I knew because of a long pointy tooth.

I begged him to make me like him, a being of the night.
He thought about this hard but my hopes fell when he started to frown.
He told me no and that I would soon forget him whom I had deemed my dark knight.
I glared at him and demanded that he change me though now I wish that I hadn't.
He sighed and agreed saying that I would make quite a lovely vampire sight.

He leaned forward as I closed my eyes, his fangs sliding through my flesh.
I moan in pain and delight as I too became a beautiful creature of dark.
My sense of smell grew stronger first, everything becoming new and fresh.
As he released me I opened my eyes to a world of new colors and sights.
It was as if before, all I had seen was through a tightly woven mesh.

He deemed me farewell, blood still dripping from his mouth and chin.
I was sad that my knight of darkness was leaving me
But if only I had know that I had committed quite a sin.
I watched him leave before trying my new wings
Over America as I searched for my new kin.

Soon I grew hungry and I glided to a nearby tree.
I pounced on a man and was so hungry that I bleed him dry.
I got up with horror at what I had done, this monster that was me.
I touched my lips and looked at my hand, crimson red on bleached white,
I wondered in grief and dismay if from this curse I could ever be free.

I searched for a way to return to mortality but failed in vain.
I accepted the fact that only God's will would kill me now
Even though that simple thought almost drove me insane.
I mourned and cursed that day that took my soul away.
So with a heavy heart I returned to that cursed cave in Maine.

Now I am back in my tree watching the girl as I hear a church bell.
The girl turns and heads towards the church and I take off to go away.
I look at my ivory white hands in disgust, hating every single cell.
I look up at the heavens, knowing I will never see them.
Here I am now, a demon wishing to die, even if it means returning to Hell.