Christmas is upon us.
The whole world is awake,
greeting a frosty morning
with the holiday's best wishes.
We, however, we creatures
of the dark, icy night
hide in the warm folds
of my lady's den.
Velvet smooth blankets
wrap my chill and her heat
in an embrace never meant to be,
but is.
I hold her close,
this she-wolf,
as if she couldn't rip the pale flesh
from my bones
with one swipe of her claws.
She cuddles beside me,
an ancient vampire,
as if I couldn't drain every last drop
of her precious blood
with one pierce of my fangs.
An odd pairing,
but the best gift
of all my Christmases.
~Drake
The whole world is awake,
greeting a frosty morning
with the holiday's best wishes.
We, however, we creatures
of the dark, icy night
hide in the warm folds
of my lady's den.
Velvet smooth blankets
wrap my chill and her heat
in an embrace never meant to be,
but is.
I hold her close,
this she-wolf,
as if she couldn't rip the pale flesh
from my bones
with one swipe of her claws.
She cuddles beside me,
an ancient vampire,
as if I couldn't drain every last drop
of her precious blood
with one pierce of my fangs.
An odd pairing,
but the best gift
of all my Christmases.
~Drake