Fateful Question

O’ how the need to bleed grows

Deep within the veins of which

That sweetest of reds flows!

Come, let me heal thy heart

By letting thy soul drip

Onto my tongue, giving me

New life so that I might live

To go on this night.

Feel my dark kiss upon thy neck,

Tender and gentle, as my kiss

Grows ever deeper.

Pierce thy heart with these eyes

Which do see the darkness

Growing within thee swiftly.

Let me pull that darkness from

Within thy soul, cast it aside

And let the light flow.

Do thee still seek death?

Or perhaps life eternal in darkness

Calls out to thee, beckoning thy

Very soul to merge with mine own.

Would thee drink from me,

Become what it is that kisses you deeply?

(c) 2003 A Riddle