Kindred
For Anne Rice
He walked out of the shadows reaching out his hand.
His eyes were piercing red, his skin like the whitest sands.
He said "We'll make a new life, one of the Kindred few".
As he sank his teeth in flesh, a last mortal breath I drew.
You should see me now, my youth is evermore.
A beauty and serenity I never knew before.
Come sit at my table, let me tell you of my ways.
I'll tell you a secret ending your mortal daze.
Brittony Ryona Johnson
Copyright ©2008 Brittony Ryona Johnson
