The blackest gift

By DeepLoversPoet

Twas a night of darkness, a song of knights lay over me,
As children of the night they vent their cry.
The eternal one stirs. 

Darkness shrouds her stalking form,
a timeless life she beholds for me.

Her inky black hair cascades over
translucent ivory shoulders, and her full blood red lips part slightly, to taste the red tears streaming from the
pale flesh beneath her.

Now a night of shared vitality,
I weep to remember our times are forever.

As so She is my blackest gift
I now see her form within my mirror
for she is nothing but a reflection of me.

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Copyright 2014 DeepLoversPoet
Published on Wednesday, April 9, 2014.     Filed under: "Horror" and "Poetry"
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  • megaprime81 On Thursday, April 10, 2014, megaprime81 (743)By person wrote:

    I love it! Beautifully (and darkly) expressed; 10

  • DeepLoversPoet On Thursday, April 10, 2014, DeepLoversPoet (50)By person wrote:

    Thank very much I'm glad you like it.

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