In the Silver Rain

Awaiting the descent of light, Darkness befalls Intimate shadows emerge, Within a silvery...eerie mist. His dark...predatory presence, Atop her pallid...shiny skin Entwined...silhouettes Unrestrained...immortal love His muscles burst with definition. As he positions his masculine intuition, He sinks his pearl teeth into the bite. Seduced by his jaw’s clinch; Indulged by the bitter taste. He removes his black cloak, Releasing his pale...burnished aura. Her wound of tartness glistens, A crimson...resolution radiates, By the crescent moon, Off her feverish body. Evanescent screams...pierce the dark, Shivery moans resonate, As she catches her heavy breathing, Within the mist and shadow. Tiny...silver drops of silk sweat stream, From her well woven web of deceit A subtle...silver rain begins to fall Lustrous eyes...heavily gaze, Getting lost in chocolate pupils, Illuminated by pleasure, She casts an unseen...devious smile. He sucks her blood in the bite, Delicious...lustrous fluid, Moistens his lips and mouth. A bitter taste, A carmine mood, A salty breath, She beseeches him not to halt. Enveloped by pleasure and pain, She's penned by his weight of love He's Transylvanian brood His burgundy taste...satisfied He closes his bronze eyes, And licks her crimson...tainted neck His fangs tipped of her blood, He sighs releasing his origin Dreaming of his ongoing legacy In this plethora of pleasure, Unaware of her murky feelings. Amidst the tangled...silken haze, Her hand scrounges the ground Overturned leaves, blow in the wind, Into the night’s dark undertones. He arches his body...extending his arms Praising, pleasure and darkness His once closed...bronze eyes, Open rapidly and dilate, Exhaling a grimaced...sigh of betrayal To the infliction of a wooden stake Pressed directly into his heart Ending his Vampireous rage. She also stabbed her heart Ending her own life, In the veil of darkness Killing centuries and preventing The Vampireous brood from Continuing their dark somber reign. Lifeless she lays, As a montage of memories, Races across his mind, Of the beginning and end, In this Transylvanian forest. He remembers: His solemn life of eminence, Fading to a now ebonizing agony On this unforgettable night, Of making sour...passionate love, Underneath a canopy of sweet shadow, To a human heir that ended the life Of the last Vampire in Transylvania, And its' dying breed...in the silver rain.