The Cold One

Cold clammmy hands,
that cirlce around like bands.
Sharp pointed teethe,
to him I'm like a treat.
Blood dripping down his chin,
some of my blood fall into a bin.
Let me go I scream,
he said I'm like his ice cream.
I said let me go,
You'll love this new life I should know.
I want to die at old age,
not an everlasting age.
Don't you want to live forever,
I hear it is much better.
I would rather drive a stake through my heart,
death is the best part.
No death is a curse,
immortality is a curse.
It is not,
immortality can not be bought.
I heard a piercing scream behind me,
what could it be?
I felt the hands leave my throat.
Are you alright,
I lookes up in to the night.
In the moonlight I saw a man,
thank you I said to the man.
He walked up to me,
tell me what your name may be.
Call me Catherine,
nice to meet you Catherine.
Tell me sir what is your name.
they call me Wolf's bane.
Wolf's bane what a strange name,
to history it is lost my name.
I began to sway with lost of blood,
the man caught me and covered my blood.
He carried me into the night,
the moon guided us with its life.
We left behind the cold one,
his blood lust is nolonger but it is none.