Blood In the Fog

As dusk turns to twilight and the fog swirls through the trees They walk hand in hand, soul in soul, Deeper into the forest. The deeper they go, the thicker the fog. They reach the centre of the forest And come to a clearing. The moonlight filters through the fog Casting a beautiful, yet eerie glow over them. She turns to him And passes him an athame from the folds of her gown, The silver blade glinting in the moonlight. She holds her arm out to him, The moonlight and fog accentuating her pale milky skin. He cuts her arm just below the elbow And feeds on her sweet blood. Her body arches in ecstasy As she feels his teeth biting into her arm To draw the blood into his mouth better. When he has had his fill he pulls his sleeve Up above the elbow for her to have her turn. When they are done, with blood trickling down their chins, They share bloody kisses.