The concept of love is not distinct from possession
At least that’s what the books say.
If you love something you’ll want to hold on to it,
To own it.
Vampires don’t ordinarily walk in the day,
But I met one who’s one with the light.
His kind are known to crave the crimson elixir of life,
And sometimes the black opal makes close second.
Black and red makes a perfect combination.
Just look at coal,
Black and sooty it burns red generating new energy.
Black should really be the colour of heat.
A taste of a vampire’s crimson treasure is sure to send one into a crazed frenzy,
You don’t even have to sample it just look at the vampire hunters will and determination.
Transylvania is a haven on a crimson moat,
Black and grey and covered by shadows
But hearts beat there just the same as anywhere else.
Is it crazy to fall in love with a being that might be immortal?
If he can’t die is it selfish to wish that he loves me forever?
Is insanity yearning to see Dracula’s coffin, to feel the red velvet and black of his cloak?
Black soil is constantly splattered with blood,
Its A sordid tapestry of life that shows that candy canes ought to be black and red but just as sweet.
**Inspired by Liam