by Marc Gunn, July 1998

I wrote this poem several years ago inspired in part by love of Dungeons & Dragons and in part by my young, passionate view of love.

Throw back your neck for the vampire.
The sire will drain you of your needs.
He'll bleed away some grand design
That you were meant for less than sunshine.

There's a silky screen on blue night.
I am you knight. You're my damsel.
Your towering walls I will climb.
Love will lower its defenses over time.

And then you run into my arms
I'm understandably charmed.
But when you run into my life,
I come alive...
I'm alive.
I'm so alive.

The memory of flowers lingers in your eyes.
I survive by knowing the rhythm of your breath.
The way you hold me close when you cry,
I know we'll be together until we die.

And then you run into my arms
I'm understandably charmed.
But when you run into my life,
I come alive...
I'm alive.

And then you run into my arms
I'm uncontrollably charmed.
But when you run into my life,
I come alive...
I'm alive.
I'm so alive.