He towers over her,
Shoulders broad,
He is a vampire
Of the old.
His eyes glow gentle,
Sapphire blue.
And she is frozen
In that hue.
His caressing
Cool hands
Tighten her heart
With painful bands.
And she look down
With unscheduled tears,
Unwilling to tell him
All her fears.
"Lucious,"
She speaks his name.
And it burns deep
Like a flame.
The link between them,
Hums at last.
Emotion flows,
Chaining their souls fast.
He smiles at her.
She let him in.
To know her pure-white soul
From within.
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P-P-P-Poetry
PoetryMy amateur attempts at writing poetry. Don't expect too much, as this is as silly as it can be. Some though, may end up having deep meaning.
