Kiss of Death

January 9, 2012
I let my eyes roam
Over her slumbering form,
Hair black as ebony
Lips red as blood
Skin white as snow,
Such a fitting verse
These humans have,
Created solely to describe
The essence of perfection
Before me,
My wandering eyes
Rest on her lips,
Lips that would put
Any rose
To shame,
A forbidden urge
Rises in me
Once more,
To make our lips meet
In true loves kiss,
But I curse the thought,
For my kiss
Did not save her,
It merely pushed her
Into this

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PianoRain said...
Jan. 16, 2012 at 10:06 pm
Interesting! I think you totally captured the essence of a character, and a really cool one.
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