She moves in and out of the shadows,
A wraith wishing through the stygian sylvan meadows,
Slipping, walking into ancient tapestries,
As she stalks, teary-eyed.

Chilling through loud shrieks as moonlight retreats
And it was the light that betrayed her translucent silhouette
From her form unfurled black tenebrous tendrils that reach to the distance
Polluting roots with the same decay that became of her visage
Miasmic plumes of thick white fog loom, choking oxygen,

Vengeful acidic tears,
Etch lines she’d cross within the fabric of her soul,
Her spirit, if it willed, could condemn the living
In each dagger-laced umbral stare.
It was the light that betrayed her,
As benevolent as she was, there came no absolution.

Weaving in and out of the shadows,
Phantasmagorically she betrays them,
Luring them into her den of retribution,
As the tendrils grasp like leeches,
Bringing her new legions,
She is the queen of liches,
Forsaken banshee, in her nocturnal fortress of the forest
Like an angry Irish fae, or the Morrigan herself.
Corvid whispers in soft ****** caws,
Led to her spectral draw,
Had we prayer, may we pray to a god to save us all.

In the heat of moments,
Where incandescence mirrored flame
Dancing marigold shadows on alabaster skin,
Flush pink rosy cheeks greet with ruby red lips curled
A quaint smile, in a quiet Manor.

Quiet manners,
In succinct hungered eyes
Staring into permissive lashes
Batted from sapphire pools,
Lively looms of auburn Toole
Shading cherub roundness of her French features,
Obstructing beauty that begot but a heavy sigh.

Pallid cold fingers,
Reach to swipe the silken veil,
Close to her heat, she’s radiant
Sun-washed white, Christian pure.

She offers her hand,
Like an hors d’oeuvres,
She encourages the beast,
With tiny begs and pleads.

Fangs descend,
Parasitic hunger contends
With romantic candor,
Need not to soil sentiment,
He won’t be rude or offended.

A kiss,
Chilled lips touch throbbing wrist
Tongue teasing the riverbeds,
Sending them into blued shivers,
And then a pang rang through
Screaming at the synapses,
The sinew snap of the epidermis,
Snap pea in its clarity,
A rarity in her giving so charitably.

A lashing flick,
Twirling like butterflies patternless flight
Suckling the honeysuckle nearly dry.
As sapphire eyes slated to drained gray pearls
Slinking frame bracing on the shoulder of a chair
She smiles still, given fanatically
She loves with majesty and anima.

He kisses her like a long goodbye
A farewell crept upon phantasmagoric moments
Splashed as vividly as neon paint along black-lit canvases
Her body pocked with punctures
Polka-spotted chic in tapped keg kinesis.
She yearned to join his side,
Like some corpse bride
Under the guise of sanguineous wines
Forever entwined,
And who could deny it?

But he did,
Hid behind chthonic masquerades
And never wishing to see the day
An ageless love betrayed his fragility,
A heart that ached so eternally
Tragic in their symphony
Played out in hungry morsels.
The immortal who loved a mortal
And her spectral haunting,
In every drop given.