Once Upon A Shadow, Deep Inside A Dream

The Vampire's Touch 12-24-02

She has never seen his face,
Or heard his voice speak her name,
She's lain in his passionate embrace,
And woken alone feeling only pain.
The leaves rustle as the sun sinks in the sky,
Pine cones and needles prick her bare feet,
She lowers her gown, naked she begins to cry,
The wind upon her skin cools the burning heat.

Darkness masks his grasping hands,
He moves through shadows, deepening,
Coldness gleams from his eyes to where she stands,
His hunger grows, worsening.
He touches her neck with a tender caress,
As his fangs move forth and brush her skin,
His mud coated shoes upon her discarded dress,
He steps closer, the fangs slid in.

The forest surrounds them, sheltering,
Animals lurk in the surrounding trees,
The night calls begin, reaching,
As the vampire drinks, only the night sees.
She whimpers and moans and prays for death,
He drinks his full and keeps her alive,
Upon her neck is blood and rancid breath,
Lost is the freedom and truth for which she did strive.

He lays her on the ground, fulfilling his vow,
Taking her charms as the forest covers their sin,
Rising and falling, breathing quick, and now,
She opens up her soul and welcomes him in.
For there is nothing, I am told, more passionate,
Than the lovers embrace, the moments lovers stole,
Nothing more wonderful that you long to hate,
Than a vampires touch upon you flesh, your soul.