Scarlett
Crimson fingernails pull back the curtain,
her pale skin blending into the sheerness of it.
She was never as close to him as she was tonight.
The blood moon glow of her eyes knew him well,
though not a word was spoken between them,
nor did he know her name.... Scarlett.
The white wisps of fog that made up her dress,
skate along the floor then hover just above him,
her body never touching his except for
one cheek pressed against his warm chest.
His slow and steady heartbeat resounding
in her ears as he dreams in peace.
Tiny fangs protrude from behind red lips
as she leans in close, no pain will he feel
for her bite is whisper soft like a mosquito's,
her breath like a tickle of it's fluttering wings,
so as not to awaken.... not just yet.
Contented with the smallest stain
of maroon on her mouth, she vanishes
back into the night from which she came,
knowing the blood moon glow
of her eyes shall see him again.
One day he would know her name.... Scarlett.
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