darkness befalls upon thy heart

Night fell, as she wandered aimlessly
Wanting nothing more to do with the evil of this world,
She ventured out on a vengence, shamelessly
Wishing the evil away, she brandished a knife
Striking at anything that crossed her path, furiously

She screamed into the chilly, silent night
With stars above her, twinkling bright
She strikes down on her third,
Only to find it was only a bird
She hungered for more, something more satisfying
She raised her head, prayed to the Heavens,
Something more worthwhile, something gratifying

Then comes a man, equal to her tender age of twenty,
Adorned with looks of the angel of Death - sexy and pretty;
She stalks toward him, knife in her deathly grasp,
She stroked his smooth face, licked his lips, and kissed him,
She touched him, wrapped her body around him, breathed him,
He touched her, slowly and steady, tenderly and lovingly,
They kissed with fiery passion, exploding with every sensation,
She shed her clothes, down to her shoes and rings,
He shed his, down to his socks and cufflings,
With calm, she tossed the knife and grabbed at his hair,
Hungry for more, desperate for love.

He touched her neck, closing and releasing
He touched her face, breathing in and out
He fingered her hair, yanking for a memory
She called out for more, more of him, more of this love
He whispered her name into her ear,
With a voice sweet and beautiful,
And he kissed her, like they'd been lovers their whole lives.

But when she thought she was getting close to climax,
Something hard and cold had struck her back
She choked for air, sensing an eerie chill freezing her nerves
She felt cold, and held on to him
She asked him what happened, but he only stared into her eyes
She touched his lips, wanting to have more
But he furiously pushed her to the ground, not caring anymore
He stood on top of her, grabbed hold of his knife, and yanked it out
She screamed at the top of her lungs; pain coursed within her
She raised her head, and watched his evil eyes bore into hers
He calmly wiped her thick red blood from the blade with his shirt,
Tossed the knife behind him, approached her and held her face
He smiled, tenderly kissed her cold, pale lips, and said:
"You're more evil than I am. You're more evil than death itself."
"For that, you shall die here, by my blade, by the tears of the innocent."
"No one shall suffer the pain you caused, nor shall you suffer anymore of yours."
"Rest, child, for you are mine now. Forever, you are mine."

= END =

Well now, that was... something. *blinks blinks blinks* What was that, you ask? Well, keep on asking 'coz i don't know what just happened to me. I just opened blogger, clicked New Post, and began typing this poem - or probably a prose, what have you. I can't really explain what it meant, but i can tell you this piece, is truly dark. The darkest i have ever written in my entire life. It may not rhyme much at the end of each sentences like the rules of poetry writing declared to all poets. It's not the normal poem you'd normally read but it's something different, no? From writing sappy romance poems, i'd rather write something out of the ordinary. I think i did fairly, but what do you think? =) Hehe.

If you don't understand, well... don't bother asking me. Simply put: READ BETWEEN THE LINES. Maybe you might understand your own interpretation of this piece of literary art. LOL.

XOXO!