I run that blade
It pierces the skin
I no longer
Feel its bite
The vein opens
And spits its nectar
The warm crimson sweetness
Into the night

Don’t worry, my friend
I am not here to take you
Or your blood
I am here for your soul
Are you frightened?
Are you scared?
Tell mefriend and
Feel the deadcold.

I return to my partner
Whom deceiveth the mortal
And drapes hi arms about me
I succumb to his kindness,
His gentle, dark demeanor.
With calculated decisiveness
He pinches one lone nerve
And gives me the dark’s sweet kiss

I awaken in his arms
My head upon his lap
He brushes my hair aside
And puts a finger to my lips
He whispers softly
“Dawn has not yet left,
continue to slumber, my love.”