Feeding off others,
Living only in the night,
Pale as death,
But not really dead.

I will meet a deadly fate,
I am not one suited to this existance.
Id rather die by arrow or stake,
From the hand of the one I loved
When I still had a heart with which to love.

I flee to the graveyard,
New instincts urging me on
Before the crowd of those whom would murder me
And have no greif that I would die.

I stumble,
Still unused to the death of my limbs,
The one I love finds me again.
Stake held tightly in hand.

I look at him,
And beg him to.
Im not meant for such darkness,
And only he can free me to light.

He smiles and plunges it into me,
I flit back human as I go,
He sees the change and sheds a tear,
Whispering "I love you," as I die.
 
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