The Immortal One
by Tanjanala

There is no man but he
He is the immortal one
An unknown figure of a man
Those who do not know, think he is a demon
Many are tempted, haunted, and bewildered
by him

During the shades of the evening
When it is dim
he lurks around
His mind is indestructible and indeclinable
Such rashness and boldness
He is valorous and courageous
And yet he is inguishable and indiscernible

He has destroyed and crushed
those who cross his path
No hiding from his strong powerful wrath
Those who are damn
are the weak
They are just the lambs
looking for their leader
He only will speak
to those who understand

He is not blinded by the cowards of the land
Never does he hesitate or flounder
This almighty one is the supreme man
He has no purpose other than
to wander freely

One dark, dusky night
As she stood in the shadow of her room
He did not assume
He was certain of her purity
She was the sacred one

Slowly he reached out to this young girl
He had been watching her for many years
Waiting for the right time to appear
His glaring eyes full of fire
Burning through her with such desire

Watching her, his heart throbbed
And his pulse raced
The blood in his veins boiled
She was heart thrilling
All his energy stirred and moved
As he slowly pursued
this beautiful young girl

She trembled and shivered
but was not afraid
This would be the one to protect
her from the evils around her
Tightly but yet gently he embraced
her beautiful willing young body
Long hard caresses
Soft gentle kisses
He grasped her hair
Kissing her neck passionately
The fangs of life exposed
Slowly entered her beautiful neck

She now belonged to him
Realizing he was more than a man
The relief and passion in her soul
was overwhelming
Much more than flesh and blood could stand

Her eyes now see him as a king
The pleasures and delights that he
has given her made her sing
Songs of love and beauty

She would never disgrace
him for he is the one she lives for
This world was now easier to face
Their love would last forever more…

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