A Princess of Midnight

Well this poem is for Isabella Midnight. You don't mind being an icy vampire princess do you? Enjoy!

A Princess of Midnight

In mountain peaks of Ireland

In midnight dusky wood

A wistful brooding princess

Devoid of human good

With eyes so melancholy

And pale vampiric skin

A mind so dark and vicious

A form skeletal thin

She waits in the welcome darkness

For a man from foreign lands

A cool, ice hearted creature

With cold immortal hands

She bathes in herbs and poisons

Hemlock and deadly nightshade

For glowing skin and purple eyes

From death is beauty made

A face forever youthful

With lips so black and red

And blood stained pointy teeth

A woman eternally dead

Her name is Isabella

She once was a black veiled bride

And now she walks in silence

With her lover by her side

A pale and icy princess

A dweller of the night

A burning love now frozen

By snows of time so white

She waits awake forever

With eyes that never weep

For the clasp of death eternal

And a never coming sleep