A long misty road led to his dark and lonely house on the hill
horse drawn carriage races down the road recklessly on two wheels
the man inside is dressed all in black and as pale as the moon
blood droplets on his chin showing long fangs makes some swoon.
Fear in her eyes as she sits across the carriage in ropes of silk
heart racing so fast knowing she is in danger, her blood to be milked
Long curly obsidian hair drapes her neck in curls so thick and divine
her green eyes shimmer with the fear she is trying to hold inside.
Smile quirks on his lips so thick and bruised from the rough kissing
thinking about the many ways he can take her blood and have her missing
cold fingertips reach out to caress her warm and inviting body so fair
walking up her skin and making his way to twirl in her curling hair.
Green eyes bulge as her breathe is taken in a gasp of heightened fear
wishing she had stayed home instead of went to the ball her eyes tear
crystalline droplets begin to cascade down her alabaster mouth and cheek
the fire and spirit she once held in pride has now turned her so meek.
Looking at her with the blood lust consuming him he leans over to taste
fangs sink into her silken skin in a hushed whisper he will not waste
beginning to drink the lifeblood she once needed so badly and true
skin changes from the pale white to a ghastly shade of light blue.
Curl encased head falls back to the red cushions on the carriage wall
damnation on this man for taking her and bringing her to this fall
skin begins to take on the coolness of those that are newly made dead
eyes lose all of there brightness and gain a glassy look in her head.
Making a decision he will never regret for the rest of his undead life
he gives this fiery spirited woman his blood and makes her his wife
watching her skin gain a semblance of the life she once had before
green eyes gaining a red rimming that she will soon come to adore.
Curls spring to life and her smile slowly comes to cross her face
love in her eyes will soon take over the hatred she fills take place
feeding together in the towns of England taking many but never keeping
for these two will never need others and will never be found weeping.
horse drawn carriage races down the road recklessly on two wheels
the man inside is dressed all in black and as pale as the moon
blood droplets on his chin showing long fangs makes some swoon.
Fear in her eyes as she sits across the carriage in ropes of silk
heart racing so fast knowing she is in danger, her blood to be milked
Long curly obsidian hair drapes her neck in curls so thick and divine
her green eyes shimmer with the fear she is trying to hold inside.
Smile quirks on his lips so thick and bruised from the rough kissing
thinking about the many ways he can take her blood and have her missing
cold fingertips reach out to caress her warm and inviting body so fair
walking up her skin and making his way to twirl in her curling hair.
Green eyes bulge as her breathe is taken in a gasp of heightened fear
wishing she had stayed home instead of went to the ball her eyes tear
crystalline droplets begin to cascade down her alabaster mouth and cheek
the fire and spirit she once held in pride has now turned her so meek.
Looking at her with the blood lust consuming him he leans over to taste
fangs sink into her silken skin in a hushed whisper he will not waste
beginning to drink the lifeblood she once needed so badly and true
skin changes from the pale white to a ghastly shade of light blue.
Curl encased head falls back to the red cushions on the carriage wall
damnation on this man for taking her and bringing her to this fall
skin begins to take on the coolness of those that are newly made dead
eyes lose all of there brightness and gain a glassy look in her head.
Making a decision he will never regret for the rest of his undead life
he gives this fiery spirited woman his blood and makes her his wife
watching her skin gain a semblance of the life she once had before
green eyes gaining a red rimming that she will soon come to adore.
Curls spring to life and her smile slowly comes to cross her face
love in her eyes will soon take over the hatred she fills take place
feeding together in the towns of England taking many but never keeping
for these two will never need others and will never be found weeping.
Summer Rayne
Sept. 17, 2006
11:49 am
