Dark Child

Dark Child
1-09-99

You fought valiantly against the oncoming hoard,
Courage abound with their blood on your sword.
The unsavory evil was coming as fast as you could take them down,
Fighting you are, trying desperately to stand your ground.
The last evil soul falls upon the bloodstained plain,
Your victory and independence you have gained.
And then there was me.
Your eyes burn with hatred at what they see,
Your sword swung violently towards my dark heart,
But your blow does not land...this is just the start.
You cannot move...you cannot think...you cannot begin to comprehend.
The time has come for your bitter end.
My own blade thrusts up through your very heart and cuts through your flesh,
Steel and blood becoming one...you had a few moments to live at best.
I twisted the hilt with a wicked grin upon my bloodless lips,
My fangs plunge into your neck and away your life I sip.
That's right...you are dying fast and nourishing the very evil you sought to destroy,
Now with your soul I begin to toy.
I finished the kiss and you fell to my feet, lifeless and cold,
Recreating a scene that my kind has repeated since times of old.
Centuries pass and your kind lives on,
But oh...I am far from gone.
Your descendants try to retaliate against the evil,
We continue to press on...the living embodiment of the Devil.
Sword traded for a stake and bow for a gun,
It's time for me to hunt again, this special time just for fun!
Your descendant battled fiercely, against the evil of ancient times,
Her blade flashed sharply into an endless rhyme.
And then there was me,
The fear in her crystalline eyes told her this couldn't be.
She gave a fiery fight and I almost felt fear,
But I couldn't let her win for I sensed her heart was tainted as I came near.
A perfect protégé she would make and I shall be her sire,
Her soul will join mine and together we will burn in the hatred-fueled fire.
I toke her in the Embrace and she accepted it without a second's hesitation,
She had never been so close to unholy intimidation.
Her eyes closed for the last time in life as I drank her dry,
Yet she left with a whimper of ecstasy, enough to make my heart cry.
A woman who shall become immortal and join my side,
More so than you where when I made you die.
The dagger I drew had once been used by me on you,
Old blood of your family splattered on the blade, joining with the blood of the new.
The wickedly tempered blade drew across my ashen wrist,
Balling my slender dead hand into a fist.
Twin drops of immortal vitae flowed into the girl's waiting lips,
And now to the beautiful Damned does she slip.
Her orbs, now full of hatred, open once again,
Her destiny now her own...her soul she shall choose to defend.
I taught her all she needed to know of the unlife,
But of course, on her own, she will learn the Kindred's strife.
After the years pass and she left my protection,
Not with sincere goodbyes but sheer rejection.
Hated I am for what I have done,
Did you hear? The Holocaust for us Kindred has begun!
Now our final battle shall be joined in all aspects,
Our souls, Heaven has even chosen to reject.
So will our punishment be severe or mild?
Yet I live this life of darkness and fear...Known as the one called the "Dark Child."