how pale and pleading
her blue eyes as she watched
from behind her veil of fright,
and yet, within, her heart beat
faster for the desire of the cold touch
of his fingers against her supple fair flesh.
She was captivated
and yet imprisoned,
like a gravitational pull
drawn by indivisible force
towards him, always propelled,
and still it seemed repulsed,
a rabbit within a snare
panic infused wanting to flee,
but yielding to the ruby red
of his lips.
that world of warmth
and life, of which she walked away,
and ever knowing
that death forever was calling her name,
she fears him and will always ask
what fated her to choose him,
when he smiles she shivers
from the inside vibrating out along
her spine, and when he touches her
she melts into his embrace
hypnotized she will take his hand,
willingly, thrillingly, deliriously
she follows into his afterlife
and her heart bleeds
into his darkness.
I had this idea in my head of what would have happened if Mina, from Bram Stoker's Dracula, choose to give herself to Dracula.
A truly amazing poem.
I love it!
Well, from the movie version anyway. But very nice.
That scene when Dracula came to Mina when they are at Dr. Seward's asylum was quite seductive.
Very lovely. ^_^
Very beautiful, a wonderful take on the famous literature