1 August 2012
There was a girl with hair of gold, And skin as pale as milk, Her hair was as a waterfall, Her flesh as soft as silk.
This girl was fine as any maid, Yet something made her new, Within her scarlet, kissing lips, Two fangs did peek on through.
She sat astride a velvet horse, Its coat was black, like coal, Raised to live to her own needs, She'd had the horse since foal.
She rode across the English moor, Her species shunned with hate, Disgraced from normal, mundane life, Even in her wondrous state.
The girl with hair so yellow-spun, Would ride and ride some more, She'd ride until accepted, Or until there was no law.
Riding Vampire Girl. • Opuss № I