Armor clashes outside the door,
Guards' angry voices begin to roar.
Was he seen as he scaled the vine?
Perhaps he was spotted before the dangerous climb.

Perhaps they heard us as we spoke,
Maybe it was our voices to which they woke.
More clashing and rage, he opens his eyes,
And gives me a look to tear the skies.

He begins to rise, I beg him to stay,
He gives me his word that he'll come another day.
He puts on his cloak, and turns away,
I give him a kiss to hold him at bay.

Lightly he laughs, and takes me into his embrace,
"Just one last kiss. One more to taste."
He returns the kiss, just as sweet,
Then takes his leave, as swiftly as we meet.

The door is broken down, off its hinges iron wrought,
The guards all glare, and I know we've been caught.
A scream from below, let the battle begin,
Wicked swords clash, I know who will win.

I hear his voice, plagued with pain,
They tie him up, his escape was in vain.
To the dungeon I rush, to see his face,
To see him move with all his grace.

They throw him the dark cold cell,
He tries to move and I cast my spell.
The locks break, to his side I rush,
The blood stains his face like a perminant blush.

He smiles again, his eyes begin to fade,
He whispers his love, and curses the blade.
His head in my lap, his hair I stroke,
He touches my heart, knowing it broke.

He smiles again, revealing his fangs,
The blood melts away, leaving no pangs.
He pulls me down, sitting in my place,
His hand brushes my hair, caresses my face.

Down the staircase guards run,
Determined to ruin our forbidden fun.
Turning his head, through darkness he glares,
The lightning strikes, extinguishing their flares.

He lifts me up as day becomes night,
We both rise, knowing this is right.
He smiles again, and kisses my cheek,
I know that its blood, my blood that he seeks.

I smile back, and into his arms I fall,
I feel his heartbeat, I hear him call.
"Are you sure that this is what you wish?
For the sting of my fangs, my razorblade kiss?"

I nod my head, for no words could be found,
He kisses my throat and lays me down.
One swift bite, just one kiss,
My blood he draws past his lips.

He suddenly parts, looking down,
I try to speak but have no sound.
He smiles again, and a wrist he slits,
A crimson line my lips do kiss.

He lifts me up, our blood to blend,
In his coffin we lie, and so my tale ends.