Title: The Scarlet Girl
Author: Holly Dane
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Poem about the night that Dracula comes to drink Lucy's blood. About her struggle, her submission, and her fear, as well as his never ending bloodlust. The bloodlust of a doomed soul. Based on Bram Stoker's novel.
Billowy mist lofting lightly through the window,
Creeping into the chamber of his waiting maid
Sweet transformation turning nature into man
He looks upon the face of his lovely, sleeping slave
She inhales lightly as he glides to her bedside
Feet don't touch the ground when you haven't lived in years
Her heart beets rapidly as he kneels in the moonlight
He is the embodiment of all her greatest fears
Watching her bosom rise and fall in the pale glow of midnight,
He can tell she has been waiting for his dominant return
When he places his hand on her flushed scarlet cheek,
Her eyes shoot open and her body starts to burn
His lips twist in rapture as her hand shoots to her throat
A tear streams down her pale cheek, for she knows there is no hope
And when she looks up at him, she sees a twinkle in his eye
To her it is a sign that soon she is to die
He stares are her intently as she bites her bottom lip
Her hand slithers down her porcelain skin,
As her self control begins to slip
This is the point of no return, the end of holy life
She will enter soon the dark caverns of hell,
Never again will she see the light
Her milky flesh exposed as she leans towards his bite
Fangs appear as the sound of breaking flesh is heard
He is ready to make her a child of the night
So he takes a cold dead hand,
Pushing the ginger curls from her throat
As evil leans closer, innocence shuts its eyes
His promises of life after death are nothing but lies
For what is life without light and love
An empty shell of a promise made
A night stalking loneliness
As cold and empty as any grave
Hid deed is finally done
From her he has taken energy and youth
The sad fate of the vampire
Is nothing but a truth
She attempts to lift a hand,
But there is no energy left in her limb,
She finally knows what death feels like,
As her world begins to dim
He lifts himself from her desolate bedside as he smiles,
For he is the Count and he is grand
The girl beneath him will awake in death,
A victim of the King of the Damned
Well, I worked hard on that one and I'm very proud of it. It actually won 1st in a poetry contest, which was really cool. So please, please, please let me know what you thought about it. I would really appreciate it. Thanks so much for reading!