Death is to Love

A tritina.

 

He flies through clouds, his need, his thirst

grows strong.  Her scent, entices with blood.

Her beauty shines pale, in moonlight, like death.

 

Turning to see as she lies near death,

his heart skips cold, as though live with thirst.

Ruby lips, and veins ripe with blood.

 

He stands conflicted, needing her blood,

but knows he will only be the cause of her death.

Yet can he love, and restrain his thirst?

 

Eyes open to thirst, offers her blood, even to death.

Author's Note

I struggled with this one. So, be gentle, but please advise. Thank you.