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.
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