
Poem about The book The silver Kiss
Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Fantasy/Supernatural - Words: 613 - Reviews: 1 - Published: 03-01-08 - Status: Complete - id: 2482840
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A vampire stalks the night
A
silver kiss at the breath of life
The tiny droplets of
blood
Leaving the moment behind
A tiny child
asking for help
Could be the end of your life
He breaks your
back
And sucks you dry
To leave you lifeless on the sidewalk
He tells his
story
As her heart begins to pound
He tells her of death
Of
life
And of fangs
The tears for
the undead
Disappearing in the night
Those who've hunted
forever
wishing to die
Like a victim in the night
Her mind can
only imagine
Anything worse than this
Her mother dying
Best
friends moving far
And her life slowly slipping away
She meets him in
a lonely park
His face so long and pale
His
eyes
Mysterious
Like silver stars
She's scared of
him
He thinks her food
Yet willingly she runs away
He
follows her
Unable to come inside
She walks
through a dark alley
Where death has struck before
She turns to
look
And sees him there
Blood intoxicating his face
She runs from
fright
As he thinks to himself
"Damn girl
Doesn't she
know
There's death lurking in dark alley ways"
She hopes that
if she gives herself
Then God will save her mother
"She's
so much better than I"
She thinks
"I don't deserve to
live"
He pounds
softly
on the door
She opens
Screams
And shuts it in his
face
He talks to
her
His voice is soothing
'I need to talk to you"
He
says
"But first you must invite me in"
She sighs and
thinks
Then crosses to the door
He extends his long
Slender
hand
"Invite me in"
Says he to her
She grasps his
hand
And says
"Come in"
She shudders
His hand
is cold to touch
She smiles
softly at him
And leads him to the den
She stutters over
words
"Would you like something to drink?"
He mutters
something great
Mysterious and dark
She asks him what he
means
"Oh, just something I wrote once"
"He
writes?" She thinks to herself
He spills his
life story
As their lips softly kiss
His fangs slide from their
sheaths
And he gently bites her neck
He grows warmer
As he
feeds upon her life
They form a plot
against a child
Who feeds upon their fear
Who is finally
defeated
In the park
where they first met
He bids her a
good-bye
And with a gentle kiss
She asks him
Why
And he
replies
"My life
has no purpose now
The child is dead
And I have always
pondered
What it'd be like
To take my final breath"
They scatter all
his soil
And the creature of the dark
Of death
Of
blood
Waits silently for the sun
And as dawn
slowly reaches the sky
He floats away to nothing
And as he
finally goes
He gently whispers
"I love you Zoe"
She knew she
would not forget
The boy with the pale face
She learned to keep
her loved ones safe
To cherish the ones living
And accept the
fact of death
The moral of
this story
It made me stop and think
I've learned so many
things
But what does it all mean?
That death's a part of life?
But what about
the undead
The ones that stalk the night
Feeding on the lives
of others
So they don't waste away
Was the point to
tell a love story
Or just to make you cry?
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