the sharp teeth: that’s always a dead giveaway.
she lived for the night; exotic. soul eater. blood luster.
the lustre of her lips seduced me. and her eyes.
orbs that held me captive, that knew of hell,
and not of paradise.
the nights I spent with her were more than a dream;
I have found no word for it, and I know many words.
but on other nights, she hunted. If she were
miles away, I could hear her victims scream,
felt their dying hands around my throat
as they pleaded ‘you could have prevented this!’
coward I was, betrayer, for the bounty of a kiss.
she claimed to love me, but how could I believe?
her deadly desire would in time overrule her heart,
and I knew that it would.
how can a killer not deceive?
in her bed chamber, I watch her as she sleeps,
my eyes hindered by the heavy drapes that
repel the sun’s intrusion.
I made no prayer of absolution.
she’s the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen,
glorified in the innocence of slumber.
I knew that I loved her,
that I would always love her –
and therein lies my sin.
with a steady hand, I held the stake above her heart,
and hammered it in…