The gasp before the fall.
A frozen, crimson droplet
Condensing in silence;
Preparing to leave it's subtle stain
Upon a carrion colored floor.
A shining, dripping ruby;
It collects the light from your eyes,
Reflects it back to me
In morbidly drawn paintstrokes;
Jagged, murderous lines,
Glowing a beauty that the dead
Would surely give their life for.
Gives way to alabaster sin.
So pure, white, and effervescent;
This unholy beauty.
A creation unsanctioned
By the gods of men,
A creature untouched
By these mortal fears,
Unscathed by the burning ignorance of daylight.
Reawakened and nourished,
To feed and be fed upon
By the cool knowledge of the twilight.
But damned just as gloriously
The wicked and the asinine,
Such are an angels prey.
This demon tosses humanity to the winds
In exchange for so much more.
So, my sweet vampirous,
Must your incision take it's course?
When this body is dry,
Turning slowly to dust,
Will your love mean anything more
Than this shell left lying on the floor?
We shall see....
The crimson is falling, tentative,
Reaching out towards gravity
And it's inexorable pull to dust.