Syn: First posted poem. Some feed back, please.

Disclaimer: This poem is based off the general gist of Christine Feehan's Dark series books. I do not own any of them, unfortunately.

Dark Descent.

Watch him run through the night,

protecting his kind with all his might.

He waits alone, sad at heart.

In no light, just the dark.

Watch her sitting in the light,

watching odd occurrences during the night.

She waits alone, always in silent pain.

Her efforts were always in vain.

One night, he came, saved her life,

he said the words, somehow made her his wife.

The strings between their hearts and souls, he seemed to weave,

though her mind insisted she should leave.

His touch ignited such great pleasure,

her mind clouded and under endless pressure.

This was all too much, all too soon,

she thought, staring up into the glowing moon.

All seemed quiet, settled on ease,

the night silent, no sound, no hint of pleas.

He was sweet and kind; this man seemed very rare,

one of a kind, him and her the pair.

Things went askew, lives ripped and torn,

those left were laughed upon and met with endless scorn.

He left alone, to help protect her,

his love, in her ear, in her mind, he always murmured.

He fought to protect her, his race, having never gave in,

for her undying love, he was determined to earn as well as win.

She followed, not wanting, not letting, him go.

The seeds of their sorrow, she would not sew.

She met him, he was down right pissed,

but, seeing her love, he didn't want to be missed.

They fought, using their gifts with all their power and all their might,

now more determined to do what was right.

After such a long, hard battle,

no more long, evil, endless prattle.

They smile, caress and kiss,

knowing, each other, they'll never have to miss.

~Madame Syn~