Imagine. Poem by bethanny taylor

Imagine I was a vampire, and I
chose to be good.
I would drink the blood of animals and
people who deserved it.
My skin would be so pale, my eyes would
be red like rubies.

Imagine I could fly, I would have the sky
as my domain.
Tasting the fresh clean air before me,
soaring through the clouds.
Listening to the wind speak to me, breezing
in the moonlight.

Imagine my fangs.
Would they be white or blood stained?
The feeling I would get sinking my fangs into
yet another victim.
Tasting the warm blood as it reached me, hoping
nobody finds out my secret, as morning begins
to appear.

Imagine my home, a massive gothic mansion
a huge dining room with ornaments that I
can not describe.

Torches instead of lights
furniture hand crafted to perfection.
Imagine I was a vampire, wouldn't that be fun?