He is a monster
He is not what I thought
yet he is so much more
Be him mortal enemy?
Be him estranged from humanity?
I smell fear
Not fear of my fangs
But fear of discovery
Not fear of pain
But fear of a broken heart
He is not what I thought
yet he is so much more
Be him mortal enemy?
Be him estranged from humanity?
I smell fear
Not fear of my fangs
But fear of discovery
Not fear of pain
But fear of a broken heart
They would call him devilish killer
I would call him kindred spirit
To be held in his arms is to know loss for an eon
He does not hunger for my blood
I do not hunger for his marrow
He has played his chess
Now the huntress makes the next move
"What are you?" he beckons
I am fractured thought
I am hunger personified
I am midnight
But of all things I dare think on
I am his...