The darkness, seeping through every crevice
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Flows evenly through this vast, spacious abyss.
"The night, it calms me," said she, that girl;
A beautiful darling, with the wind in her hair.
Sweet temptress is she, who dances with light,
My answer is compelled and forced by her.
"Then forever it is yours, every star in the sky."
I long for her beauty, if only it could be, but no.
Long white silk, caressing every curve, moonlit
As the dark circle hangs, pausing as if she knows.
The silver coin with all of her brilliance gleams,
Midnight moon, dark moon, light of this night.
Her long red hair provoked me to move forward,
Grasping each strand in my long and pale fingers.
Each wave of curls like a new beginning, a myriad
Of lush crimson, smelling as if it was a bushel of roses.
The sweet passion in her voice as she speaks,
She speaks to me and only to me, oh lord her voice.
"You are so cold; I mean not to shiver at your touch."
I know my love; I am sorry that I am so cold.
If only she could understand why, this curse,
This damned curse that keeps me from love.
But no…she can not know, for if she did,
She would run from me, it would scare her.
"I am sorry, if you are too cold I will not…"
My sentence was left incomplete, for she spoke.
"No, it is alright." Voice small, with short breaths,
She spoke those words as I took her hand.
Letting the hand drop back to her lap,
My fingers curled over her warm shoulder.
Yet only lightly for not to spook the girl,
Ever so gently my hand was placed.
Gazing into her eyes, I searched for something,
Searching for the love that she had said she felt.
What I sought I did not find, did I upset her?
I had never been any less than kind to the girl.
Something though was different than it had been,
Looking deep into her emerald jewels,
I could tell that she was not happy here.
No, she is happy, she does love me!
Her voice was tender, and almost concerned,
"Darling, what is wrong?" I let my hand fall.
Raising it to her hair I brushed away her bangs,
"I only want for you to be happy, you know that."
It was true; I did only want her to be happy.
"But I am happy, can you not see in my smile?"
Her words cut through me, I knew they were false.
"I know you are not happy, I can see in your eyes."
When I said this I watched as she slid her eyes shut;
Bending forward I kissed her forehead gently.
"I am sorry; I want you to be happy…"
I tried to reason with my mind, but everything whirled.
The rush for fresh blood was racing in me,
Looking toward her bared flesh, she'd never know.
At that moment I saw her eyes flutter open cautiously,
Toward me was her gaze, and she tried to rise.
My fangs had been resting on my lips as I seized her;
Reaching out in a quick fashion she was still, afraid.
Her face went a ghostly white in her fear of me,
I sunk the two canines deep under the tender flesh.
She hardly screamed, and just sat, staring at me,
Tears wetting her eyes, she knew her life was in my hands.
I had been angered by her wanting to leave, oh why?
Drinking slowly, my blood warmed, I held her life.