Cimmerian part of evening, one's horrour, reality, he stalked and struck, now tastes her tender life . He whispers, " I will press my lips gently to your neck , a kiss, so that I may feel the moonmajik course, through your veins.....as well, as taste." She slips down, the forest floor, fierce passion, forever timeless struggle, infinite sadness at loss, the depth as yet not known, coldness, creeps , cries, and closes,she lies there, deathlike stillness, life is spent, a velvet crimson play, lost to midnight's lover.What was once , is no more, different fires now kindling, orange and gold, silver night jewels still shine.
Moon the orblike wonder, pale golden blanket shines, nights majik slowly calming.
She sleeps softly now, our sister in the night, slumber soothing rests her soul, ghostlike she dreams in darqueness.....Time does stop, as heart beats not, the pulse does end as well. Deep crimson velvet life we seek is there inside her veins, so fresh and sweet the scent so deep. Wondrous rich to spill, slow like honey draws the fold, warm scent of life within. Danger, heaven, warmth and shelter, sustenance there again, blaque velvet softness, as of cats paw,darqueness veils descend. Deep and gentle sleep doth take her, dreams reside there then. Red and crimson ink of night, they rally, royal colours combine, slowly dripping tracing patterns on once warm ivory skin. Veil of light, torn asunder, death be pale in retrospect.