Night came on, and a full moon rose high over the trees lighting the land till it lay bathed in ghostly day. And the strain of the primitive remained alive and active. Faithfulness and devotion, things born of fire and roof were his, yet he retained his wildness and wiliness. And from the depths of the forest, a call still sounded. — Buffy, Beauty and the Beasts

All For You

This blood lust,
This hunger is driving me insane.
Driven by my instincts,
Because it stops the pains.

 

Driven by the monster within me,
Driven to the very brink.
I’m not the lover you used to hold,
I lust for your blood,
The taste of your soul.

 

The sweet delicate taste,
Of your warm embrace.
I can hear you blood pumping,
But this you knew.
Telling me that I could drink from you.

 

Compassionate soul my love you are,
But I can’t let you bear,
This immortality is like a sin.
I told you no,
My heart screamed yes.
But no I couldn’t,
And I did it all for you.