Sunday, January 4, 2009

Fate (vampyre poem #13)

her auburn curls framed her face,
creating this picture of an angel.
the beating of her heart quickened
in response to his gentle caress,
yet she never wakened.

he leaned over,
inhaling the intoxicating scent
of earth and river that
naturally emanated from her skin,
letting it fill his senses.

stroking her cheek,
he felt what was left of his dead heart
break with anguish.
he had to do it even though
it would torture him forever.

gently, quietly, delicately…
he kissed the soft skin of her milky neck.
time slowed to a stand still
as he contemplated the consuming hunger
versus an eternity of torture.

her eyes opened, revealing
dark pools of liquid chocolate.
she smiled at him…
so sweetly, so heavenly, so trusting…
and beckoned him to continue.

his heart was ripped…
torn into billions of jagged pieces as
he sunk his fangs deeply into her neck,
and drank from her
dark, sweet blood.

she cried out, momentarily,
as the world around he
faded to nothing but black.
as he laid out her lifeless body on the bed,
he cursed his kind, weeping invisible tears.

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