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Wedding to Darkness
She lay silent, unmoving,
Atop the dangerously comfortable bed,
Its silken white sheets
Blending with the shiny fabric of her gown.
Rapid puffs of steam floated from her lips
As she stared into the cold darkness of the night,
At the ivory tusk that threw wan
Constant illumination through the open window.
She gazed out to the starlit sky,
Hoping, praying, fearing that HE would come.
The pale glow of the moon faded,
Shrouded behind a gathering veil of clouds,
Plunging the room into deepest shadow.
She felt HIS approach,
The feathery touch of HIS mind on her own,
Knew the hidden power and passion behind it.
Rustling at the window, as if cloth in the breeze.
She sensed HIS arrival.
The room became darker still.
She knew HE had come.
Invisible against the darkness of the night,
Cloaked in the cold shadows of the room,
She saw nothing of HIM.
Nothing, save HIS eyes.
Blazing, crimson eyes filled with hellfire.
The heat of HIS burning stare
Scorched and seared her innermost recesses,
Dimming the cerulean flame of her soul,
Burying beneath the unfathomable darkness
Of HIS powerful will.
HE wore the shadows of the night,
Donned them as the blackest of cloaks,
Let them trail behind HIM,
A complete and impenetrable darkness.
The fire of HIS eyes belied the intense lust,
The impatient and ravenous hunger,
the desperate need that consumed HIM.
HE moved towards her,
Invisible movement, save those eyes
Drawing closer, closer.
She gazed anxiously, fearfully,
As HE approached,
Fiery eyes growing in THEIR hellish brilliance,
THEIR unholy malevolence,
THEIR domination of her soul.
HE smiled, and the darkness abated enough
To reveal HIS gleaming white teeth,
Especially the long, curved eyeteeth
Sharp and pointed,
The fangs of a wolf, of a predator.
Her heart raced, her chest heaving,
As HE leaned over to kiss her forehead.
A violent thrill at HIS touch,
She embraced HIM, drew HIM to her.
HE came willingly, pressing HIS lips
To her throat, feeling the surging blood within.
A sudden pain, vanishing before pleasure,
A languid delirium overcoming her
As he lifeblood fled her fading form
To sustain HIS existence.
More intoxicating than spirits,
More possessive than the strongest narcotic,
Violent rapture sped through her prone form,
From her throat to her breast,
To the core of her being,
Pulsing with the slowing beat of her heart,
Growing, expanding, intensifying, exploding,
Until ecstatic bliss eclipsed consciousness.
The life fled her, filled HIM,
As HE drank in her very essence.
HE drew away, the darkness moving with HIM.
A sudden surge of shadow,
A fountain of scarlet droplets,
HE pressed HIS wrist to her dead lips,
Forced HIS blood into her mouth,
Compelled her to drink HIS essence.
The azure spark of her soul snuffed,
Vermilion light blossomed,
A bouquet of hellfire roses that expanded,
Filling, consuming HER.
Copyright©Xerxes Starfire 3/11/97
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