As a Rose’s petal dies and withers away, 
My heart grows weaker with each passing day, 
The things I have done I cannot regret, 
But my mind always focus’s on the day we met, 
The day we met was the day I died, 
The day I died enabled me to say I lived, 
I thought I loved you but the love was only one way, 
My blindness gave me a price I had to pay, 
For each passing year, 
I shed another tear, 
I cannot go back, 
To live I must attack, 
To Die I must be caught, 
The silver must be brought, 
If it pierces my heart I can sleep, 
Finally sleep instead of weep, 
I was cursed, 
With the Vampires curse…                
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
 
                    