Your darkness is a beauty the witching hours sky.
Thru Blackness of the night as Onyx in your eyes.
A mistress of the Shadows withholding none regrets.
Bared onto a tomb a lovely kiss of death.
Placed up on the lips of whom you circle as if prey.
In my heart the blood runs cold as you pierce it with a stake.
Silent screams forever heard though not a word was spoke.
You show your love again once more as you slit my throat.
Of memories and finer things as well as golden days.
How is it I love thee so let me count the ways.
Your evil smile and darkened heart is what kills me the most.
What is next I taste your skin and press my fangs against your throat.
Your touch creates a fire as passions do well stir.
In my heart is where it lurks but in my loins is where it burns.
Your silken hair like spider webs as silver strands of twine.
Your voice is like a thousand whispers which speak in arcane rhymes.
Your eyes are like the many stars that shine within the night.
I long to feel your kiss again like sex in candle light.
A beauty of the night my love within the dark.
I howl unto the moon once more as you feast upon my heart.