Night of Change in Poetry of Darkness Volume I
He took me that night; the night the moon was bright
He came into my room; cast a shadow of gloom
He was dark and mysterious; the look on his face so serious
He came over to where I lay; picked me up and led me away
I had dreamed about him many times; dark and gloomy sometimes
He came to me every night it seemed; my tears of his leaving streamed
He said the same thing to me; together forever we will be
He had come for me on this eve; him I gratefully receive
In his arms I flew through the night; my body did start to excite
He had an aura about him; seeming inside so awfully grim
He took me to a place; corpses lie in disgrace
He placed me down on a cloth; feelings inside started to froth
He laid beside me so cold; my emotions inside uncontrolled
In the depths of his eyes I stared; the light inside him flared
He turned to me and spoke; your beauty I will evoke
He kissed me then so gently; although it was felt differently
He held onto me for some time; my veins seemed to climb
He let go of me and looked me in the eye; I knew I was to die
In the room with the corpses I died; the end I was denied
He grinned at me upon my re-birth; for evil he had to unearth
He had turned me into one like him; I could hear a death hymn
He was singing to me; knowing what I was to be
He took hold of my cold hand; now I did understand
I had been turned into a thing of the night; much to his delight
He had created a mistress of dark; my throat there laid the mark
He was here for eternity and more; now he had me for ever more
He was the man of my dreams; silly now it seems
He was the one I wanted so bad; enough to drive me mad
I was one of his kind; darkness I was confined
He showed me what we needed; my first test I succeeded
He watched me draw first blood; my eyes with tears they flood
He comforted me with words; words that felt like the wings of birds
He took care of me ever and always; as we glided through many hallways
I killed with ferocity and greed; I pleased him indeed
We roam the night together now killing; our satisfaction never fulfilling.
© 2010 Catrina Lawrence
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