Author's Note: The effects of reading too many Vampire novels and being bored. Enjoy! Like I said before... I'm no poet most (all) of the poems that I write are school assignments that everyone says is quality work. :shrugs: I'm not sure about that, but I'm posting it anyway.

Rating: G... I think it's G anyway.

The One

By Supergurl15

Darkness falls across the land,

All is still

The night air is cold, shrill, and oddly chill,

Bundled in their homes, no one dares to stand

In the void of darkness that covers the land,

All but one

Who lurks in the shadows of alleys and stores,

One who was merely believed to exist in lore,

Leaning against a wall shows his lithe frame,

His indolent gaze mocking me from the safety of my windowpane,

The yellow of his eyes, like lightning bugs, rival the moon,

His cat-like smile could draw breath from any room,

Seductive

His smile captivates me unlike anything I have ever seen,

His smile widens,

His eyes gleam,

Barely, I notice as he raps on the door,

A strange request from someone I have met not a minute before,

Tick

Tock

Is the grandfather clock in the hall,

Impulsive maybe, but something inside the depths of my mind dares me to take the fall,

To unlatch the lock and see what lies behind my door,

A word of invitation and his foot crosses the threshold onto the floor,

Pale porcelain skin against dark hair,

Hair as dark as the sun is fair,

As dark as the bottomless night,

Dark as wings during a raven’s flight,

Tick

Tock

Is the grandfather clock in the hall,

Who is this who is neither scared of death or turmoil in these dangerous streets?

He is death itself.