Dark Love

A continuation of Blood Lust

He sits silently waiting behind the pews,

A thud, and faint footsteps on the ground,

The door lets out a long moan,

Footsteps moving closer,

He watches as two feet pass by,

Out he steps to face this monster, but he cannot move,

His face burns with fire, as her dark magic scorches his left cheek,

She lashes at him with her dagger piercing his chest,

Burned with his task, he rips the dagger out,

The blood pours out, I am sorry he softly speaks.

He grabs her beautiful blood red hair,

I will bury you properly he promises.

And slits her throat, a tear falling down his face.

Author's Note

Next is Blood Red

Reviews

[Eric Cox]

A cool dark write. Nice pen upon this.

[AWickedMoon]

Thank you

[Ares_1992]

i love this poem it is antoxicatingly beautiful

[AWickedMoon]

Thank you! If you liked this poem there are three more connected to it the first is "Carnage", then "blood lust", this one and "Blood red". I'd love to know your opinion.

[Uroš D. Stojanov..]

The red color dominated up until this poem, it turns dark all of a sudden. It's really good though and I was expecting something like this to happen. Awesome work dude... :)

[AWickedMoon]

Thank you :)

[Satan's Daughter]

Dark. Very nice though. I like where this is headed.

[AWickedMoon]

Thankyou for all your great reviews! :)

[Rob Santana]

Damn wickedmoon popping writes out left and right. You have good imagery in your work. This reads like a medieval movie. Maybe like lord of the rings meets underworld. Keep'em coming.

[AWickedMoon]

Thank you. That is awesome to hear! I do spit out alot dont I haha! Well there would probly be more if I could keep them in my head long enough haha!