This is a little poem about having to choose between to wonderful supernatural men. It is for Aste from HTR. I'm her Sercert Santa!
I don't own anything.
How does one choose between fire and ice?
Between the soft mortal warmth and the eternal hard cold?
The sun and moon?
Do you choose the boy astride the motorbike, ready to take you anywhere?
Or the one at the piano, playing your song?
The werewolf grinning his silly wolf-y smile.
The vampire giving you your favorite crooked grin.
One will grow old with you, but there is a chance he will be forced to leave.
The other will stay young forever, but his heart is always yours.
Kisses of heat, of passion yet there is no danger.
Kisses sweet and loving, but always the prospect of death.
Both are hunters, creatures of the night.
Choices, choices.
Will the eclipse be lunar or solar?
Who is the soul mate?
The werewolf of fire?
Or the vampire of ice?