In the darkest hour
Before the dawn
With sweet promises
Dripping from his lips...
Honeyed words
To entice my cooperation
Are whispered
While I am still half asleep...
His eyes glow
Iridescent in the pale moonlight
An ethereal gleam
That reflects untold delights...
His icy fingers
Brush over my fragile neck
And goosebumps break out
Over my translucent skin
As the chill travels through my veins...
He smiles...
A smile that has seen millenia
Of blood and war and destruction..
He blocks out the moonlight
As he leans over
And embraces me...
He brings his lips to mine...
And gives me love's true kiss...
The kiss of Death
~S~
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