Just an old poem I wrote some time ago, enojy and please do add comments or suggestions :
As the clock struck midnight, a subtle eerieness consumed the air. The weary arch of trees swayed gracefully through the night sky, like restless waves on a stormy night. The wind howled a ghastly moan, echoing off the infernal graves. The faint smell of roses still lingered amongst the air, as a dark figure removed it self from the murky shadows. Waiting ,anticipating to pounce his prey.
In a quick moment, the innocent was enveloped in his seductive embrace. Fear surged through her veins, as the soft pulsing of her heart beat loud and rhythmic into the dead of night. His silken glove gently swept across her face, a brief moment of passion sparked between them , the heat of the dark ones breath becoming thick and lustful with every quickened breath.
In a heavenly thrust, his presence surrounded her, as he pressed his body near hers, inhaling the sweet scent of blood that so provocatively called to him. His silken glove passed smoothly through her raven black hair. A smile crept over the strangers face as he leant down to pay homage to the one thing that he lived for... the aroma simply hypnotising him, as he neared his inteded destination.
Her pale alabaster skin had been defiled, a silent stream of crimson thieved at her neck , tempting him as he drew her in closer. The sweet hum of her breath upon his neck sent shivers through his entire being, as if he had been lifted off the ground into a celestial euphoria. Deeper he kissed, sucking the very essence out from beneath him, her body becoming limp and and heavy in his arms. He lay her upon the grave of a forgotten soul, adoring the beauty of her, as she lifeless and still for all eternity..
