Deep in the midst of the night, among the fog ridden wood; two figures
collide for the first time, in a new design.
Locking eyes, parting lips, embracing the darkness; the moons shines just
enough light to see what lies afore them.
His cloak opens wide, enough for her to walk in, arms spread apart.
She clings to him so, hearing the feel of his undead heart.
And immortal kiss is felt, and resistance is attempted.
The heart leads him and always has, though this night has lead him to die
inside.
No blood wihtdrawn from her.
Though he truly loves her, he did not consume her, but accepted fate.
They would never walk the night together. Her heart, her blood has already
been taken by another.

January 10, 2004
 
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