"Bewitching Revenge (Poem)" by Victoria G. ´Vix´ Olmstead

Death took her long before her time
Now she’ll punish him for this crime
Bitten, taken, becoming among the undead
Away from death to a new life she was led
This wasn’t the life she wanted
Constantly by death she was haunted
Even though she would live eternally
The light of day, she would no longer see
She wished to go back to when she was turned
The night before she was condemned to be burned
Witch hunts caught and convicted her
Her quick trial, memories were all a blur
Haunted by her memory
All the fire, blood and death she’s had to see
Four hundred years of this devilish life
Running in fear, running from strife
Cursing him as he cursed her
In his eternal life she would cause her stir
He’d think twice before
He ever attempts to turn more

That night he had come to her cell
And in that moment she fell
She didn’t answer automatically
She didn’t think over what he could be
Tried as a witch now she’s a night child
By her magic all are beguiled
Her spells amount to misery
Torment throughout his immortality
She’s planned her retribution
She won’t be the cause of his execution
She hopes to see him suffer for what he’s done
Maybe he’ll walk himself out to greet the sun
Ending his life would make her like him
As much as she wished to tear him limb from limb
She wouldn’t become among his kind
She forced herself to remain confined
She wouldn’t allow happiness in immortality
Not for herself and certainly not for her enemy