His voice slips through the air
A song that echoes in the silence of her tomb
Yearning to seep into the cracks of her coffin
Forever and a day for lovers
Clouded and forgotten dreams become living
As his gentle prayers bleed into the grains of the wood.
The waves that reach for his heart
Split by the rocks of pain's memory
Draining his veins as blood stains the shore.
Preserved and reserved for an Angel
A kiss laced with death as they touch through the flames
He screams as her seams burn to ash.
Where time's gaze is forever turned
Where Love dances safely through fire
And his voice fills her lungs so that she may breathe.
The Vampire's Music
He plays for me, and I am lost within the dirge of his broken heart. Each gentle flick of his fingers upon the strings stir the depths of my soul to his call. His eyes shine with unspoken demands, and I yield. His music caresses me, unfurling the tresses of my hair, easing my chemise from my shoulders. He smiles in sight of my bared beauty, and all else but his face dances in my vision, blurring colour and shape, until nothing exists but him and his haunting melody. And we make love as lovers could never imagine.
His scent is of withered roses, his voice otherworldly, his touch is of winter. And yet I never before knew such warmth as here in his shadow. In his darkness.
He speaks to my heart, he calls to my blood, and both in turn burn for him. He drains me each night, and I writhe in pleasure, and I cannot repent; I shall not repent! My Vampire: that sings to me while I sleep, shall be with me till my life is spent.