Vampires Wish

captured in the quickness of his pale skin hand,
he holds what he caught to reveal his wishful demand,
keeping it held inside as relief flows over his face,
feeling the wings fluttering in the small palm space,
clasping his hands then opening to reveal,
as he whispers a wish of all the magic he can steal,
the wings turn brown removing all rainbow colours quick,
as the little fairy dies after turning grey and sick,
he turns his hand around as the remains turn to dust,
traveling up his arms with a feeling of life pulsing thrust,
his skin turns bright and no longer a cold pale,
as the wish worked without a fail,
no longer cursed with the evil soaked within,
as the feeling returns to his demon infested skin,
looking to the sky as a breath of air goes deep,
turning to run with a strain of a simple leap,
his heart beats harder with each step he takes,
now with life back in his muscles he aches,
seeing not too far as something stalks behind,
he is in the darkness wandering almost blind,
with a pulse heard in his ears with blood rushing by,
she bites his neck as he gives out a long sad cry,
turning him back into the cursed man of this Earth,
as the wish was wasted in knowing how much life is worth.