His Darling Of The Night

A shadow in the corner,
An angel from Hell's choir,
Eyes cold as ice,
Lips hot as fire.
Life coursing through his body,
Death racing through his veins,
A beautiful living corpse,
Here to take away her pains.
A movement too quick to be seen,
He stands waiting,
Speaking words of love for her mind,
While he's secretly hating.
This life he longs for,
This blossom of blood,
He sees it pulsing in her neck,
About to do what he's wished he could.
He bends gently to meet her lips,
Moving slowly down to give her his kiss,
His teeth graze the skin lightly
As she shudders in this bliss.
He traces her pulse with his teeth,
And he lightly bites down,
A faint flash of pain to her,
The lightest of frowns.
But suddenly it's gone
As she drowns in this heavenly feel,
She feels her pains and thoughts melt
And drain away as her mind heals.
Her eyes closed,
She tastes a sweet nectar on her tongue,
Hears a sweet melody in her ears,
The taste of Death and its blessed song.
She looks up and sees the pain on his face,
The blood dripping down his wrists,
As she sucks his wounds
And meets her final Death wish.
She stumbles backwards,
Wiping his blood from her lips,
But even as she feels herself dying,
She seeks one more kiss.
A kiss from the being,
Who bought her death,
The heat from his lips
Once again steals her breath.
She tastes her own blood
In his mouth as it mingles with his,
But she screams and breaks loose
Of that heavenly kiss.
She screams in pain as her body spasms,
As her heart stops beating,
Then speeds again as she realises
It's Death she's defeating.
She looks up and sees the colours of the world,
Hearing noises yet unheard,
'My Darling...' a voice tentatively asks,
She spins around at the words.
She turns to see the man in his full glory,
Flowing soft black curls nearly to his waist,
Soft lips, emerald green eyes,
She leaves a kiss on his lips, soft and chaste.
'My Darling,' those words again,
'You are new to these senses and feelings,
I felt your heart breaking and tearing,
Your pain cried out, but now you are healing.'
He smiled, and his face dissolved into the beauty she saw,
Her Lover, her Master, her Maker,
He wraps an arm around her waist and they rise from the room,
As he knows where he'll take her.
His rooms away from the light,
Silk sheets and anything she could possibly desire,
As his new wonder, his Darling of the night.
So as the night wore away and the morning drew on,
Bathing the precious world in light she will never again see,
They both lie corpses in his bed until the night comes,
Breathing life into these vampires, allowing them to be what they will be...

© Copyright of Holly Nia Goodson