'Son' he said,
'Yes?' I said
'Your mother is dead'
And he put his hand upon my head
I looked up to the thick, dark cloud
And watched snow fall like a funeral shroud
'Can you save her?' I weeped and on my knees begged
And he looked at me in sympathy and said;
'Yes, I can save her, but it will be an eternity'
'I know, but you should' I agreed
'Very well', but 'nothing will ever be the same'
'All the promises you made'
'Are void' He said,
Baring his teeth
The pain lasted forever , but when
This was over, I glimpsed her
Sweet face, her deep red hair,
My mother; a vampire.
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