Raven Night

Sparkling beauty banefully bright alights a
nightshade smile. In repose by placid water
a heedless lover feels the throb as veins ignite
his eyes haunted by spectral summer dreams.

Sentient waters calmly lap, they know all.
They see beneath her surface lies sorcery
an opiate on the night wind that draws
him in. Waters converse twice over moon.

Dead lips whisper as the hateful orb sinks
by sullen shore. Silver spears darkened red
disappear in the maelstrom of a wink.
Now comes the ice shard wind, the great vortex

and lurking fear. The Sun shall never rise
for him again. Forever decadent
obsession and temptation are her guise.
She exudes such an exquisite seeming.


Sparkling beauty oh so bright, half floating,
lighting on air, the bare skin deluge
of scarlet flaring flame, as lips suckle throat
eyes dilate with a wild wonder. Luscious

is the kiss of her undead lips. Sweet bliss
as his hands entwine her raven tresses;
and his soul spirals down the cold abyss.
He stares into blood-filled eyes and dies.