Dark prince, is this what it is like to dwell
Forever
In the silence of the velveteen night
How do you last for all eternity
Ravenous
Greedy with such sweet forbidden desires
And I who fear to follow you
Clutch tightly
To the soft tender throat I hide
Waiting in the shadows everywhere
Seeking life
To sate the hunger in those burning veins
I hear the sweet refrain of your vile song
Hypnotic
As you prey on their mortal innocence
And I who want to follow you
Breathe deep
In the aroma of your lust
I thirst as you gorge on this dark heady wine
The blood
Surges upwards to your wet greedy mouth
The power over my mortal life is
Your love
It please you too well to wield this prize
And I who will not follow you
Will remain
Hidden in the shadows of night
This is very eerie. I liked
This is very eerie. I liked it very much.
Starward
wow, thank you
How kind
Gentle is the night♥
Not to sup is not to dine, but what eternal innocence does mock the worthiness of script for a dire and cavenous desire. Yet alas, I too should wonder in these modern times as if it would go unnoticed. A creative gesture in the guise of a sample of sweet innocecnce does call the demons to pages of writhe, gesticulating, emotive young nymphettes to lay beckonings for them to come out of the night shadows and offer a morsel to some weary soul.
Good Work.
Richard.E.