molten wax drips upon satin sheets,
As fog creeps on deserted streets
Flames in his eyes eerily glow,
Entombed in labyrinth far below.
Laying across rose petaled bed,
A deep scarlet, as warm blood bled.
Candles flicker, by labored breath,
Crypt walls swell a stench of death.
Skin eager with the touch of desire,
A body burns within a wanton fire
Bathing in afterglow of amber light,
Spellbound within enchanted night.
Spiraling downward to Satan's keep,
Where purity and light, restlessly sleep.
Fangs like daggers sharply gleam,
Remnants of an awakening wet dream.
Words have no meaning as bodies speak,
Resistance futile, it's not what ye seek.
Slashing his wrist, an offering to consume,
Realizing too late, he sealed mine doom.