dawn vanished in darkening skies annihilating his green eyes leaving me a sinister view; of haunting thoughts, snared in his mind as he whisper his want to imprison me in his world
taken unkindly in the middle of night burying his fangs deep across throat, a ghastly sight dripping blood upon my rose, my thoughts wander striking a pose as darkness descends stripped naked; he knows I'll forever be stricken by his entrancing pleas
condemned to his dark minded lures, teardrops of blood shakes me to my core; drenched in his crimson need, I beseech at salvations door; no-one knows his power beckons deep within, tearing into the breadth of me his urgency at the smell of warm blood flowing
with his devious darkness satisfied, he moans against warmth of neck as if, sipping dark lullabye's; while I silently beg for sunrise as we lay in repose till night awakens his dark passion; embedded within
I don't usually write on dark poems...this was written with the prompt of a white rose dripping blood