Hey GWR here with a new fic! Enjoy this little poem I felt like doing at 5:15 AM! o
The Shadows in the Light
The crimson moon was but a droplet of blood on the Black canvas called night, the comets piercing the sky like a knife.
The onyx demon sleeping in hells keep, ruby eye's shut tight said the monster was in a deadly sleep.
The storm outside was a satanic lot, but please be careful! You're dead if you're caught.
The hurricane was not to fear, but run from the hole filled with massacred deer.
The slumbering beast will wake very soon, with crimson streaks as bloody as the moon.
Like blood painted on a canvas of black, the rose colored vixen would be his snack.
With the cry of the wolf and the flutter of a dove, the demonic creature had no thoughts of love.
But the lost eyes and steps of the hedgehog of pink made the onyx one growl with his heart beating in sync.
A savage desire soon did rise until the creature awoke with the reddest of eyes.
The woman did wonder into his warm cave, she must have been daft or very, very brave.
He rose to a stand with hunger in his eyes, still wondering were his loyalty lie.
To eat this girl as if she were dinner or lick her clean like a lusting sinner.
She called out his name once or twice before, but not in the way he desired for.
Perhaps she was needy more than most girls were, but still Sonic's treatment was never deserved.
With silent steps and an inside roar, the Shadowy creature her cloths he had torn.
Without the time or place to speak, the rose did offer a pleasing shriek.
Most pleasing to her animal dear, and there was only one thing about him she should fear.
He was sexy and fit with brains and pure brawn, she wanted him now but not on the lawn!
He took out the button on her halter top dress, but he wanted to see her in much, much less…
She removed the band that held her bangs at bay, revealing her body that should not be displayed.
He pinned her wet body against the cave wall, did he forget how hard the rain doth fall?
The thunder and lightning gave their sex drive's more, their power its seems made them both hit the floor.
With her beast on top and his rose on the bottom, her chest exposed, well damn that's what got him!
His lips as smooth as the black marble floor, told him he loved her! Not Rouge! What a whore.
With her cry's much louder that the thunderous skies, he felt her pleasure, him growing in size.
The hedgehogs love stained the misty air; their lips connected her hands in his hair.
The onyx beast and his rose slept in late, and they both looked forward to their second date…
End.
I hope u liked it. I haven't written a poem in a while so if its bad its bad. This is I guess a lemon tell me if I should rate it M.
Love,
GWR