The Dream

The blood dripped from the corner of his delicious lips.
Tasting the nectar from the passionate tantalizing lips.
Looking into his dreamy eyes, the eyes of an ancient soul.
Of someone who is always gone, out playing in the cold.
The black hair, I ran my fingers through, and tugged ever so lightly.
The person that leaves me by morning, only seeing him nightly.
My days are bleak, and I wonder why I feel so confined.
Only outside my room I feel this, this world isn't mine.
So my days must become shorter, my nights longer.
The Black Knight will make me stronger.
I painted the windows black, black on the walls, black in my eyes.
Such times call for drastic actions, and I want to hear his sighs.
I can feel him near, hear his immortal breath, feel his phantom bliss.
And I beg of him to seal our pact with the most deathly of a kiss.
"Take me unto you." I beg him softly, kiss his hand, feel his cold.
"You," he says breathlessly, "are rather bold."
I reply ," Take me with you, and let the black hold me."
He coos gently, "You are the only one who wants to see."
'To taste the cold, upon my lips."
'To feel the cold at my fingertips."
"I would, I will." I answer lightly,
"After I've waited here nightly."
He ran his fingers through my hair.
"To find strength like yours," he smiles, "is ever so rare."
"I love you so, your strength is mine." I whisper desperately.
"And you," he sighs. "give me more than such, from creativity.
"I am glad," I me, I want to go with you."
"This, I know." he answers "I know to be true."
"So hold my hand, and hope for safe flight.'
"Now my darling you will see the night."
"Oh, Love," I sigh, "take me with you, unto your life!"
"You, my dear" he chuckles, "will begin to dance with sight."
"Kiss me once more, and close your eyes."
'tonight you leave your world, as it slowly dies.