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Softly, deftly,
Music shall surround you...
Feel it, hear it,
Closing in around you...
Open up your mind,
Let your fantasies unwind,
In this darkness which
You know you cannot fight –
The darkness of
The music of the night...
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Fresh, burning blood infused him with the false appearance of life. Pale pink crept across the pallor of his cheeks, tingeing his stained lips as well. A foreign warmth suffused his limbs, bringing his breath out to steam in the chill night air for a few precious moments.
Her senses faded slowly as the dragon drank, swallowing in synchrony with her every heartbeat. Her mind was calm, acquiescent, tolerant of the fact that the incredible stories she'd heard were true. As her senses dulled further, she became aware of a gentle melody swelling on the night breeze. The breeze that swirled seductive icy fingers around them, stroking them, her, in its eagerness for completion. The sensation, so real, so tangible, so solid to her mind, that she could feel the darkness literally, physically surrounding them, hiding them.
Her mind opened to his gentle caress, spreading like a flower blooms to bathe its magnificence in the sun's glorious golden splendor. But hers opened to darkness, gentle, seductive, black velvet night. He pulled her most erotic fantasies from her mind, twisted, changed them until he was the one she "tangled in the winding sheets!"(1) He fed them back to her, barely disturbing the now placid nature of her mind. Her growing arousal sped the pace of her heart, pulsing more heated crimson past his lips.
Her fantasies, her dream lovers, all took the form of the dragon now embracing her. A quiet moan escaped her still-parted paling lips, surrendering anew to the onslaught of the sensations, the seduction, the darkness embracing her very soul.
The music surrounded and caressed her, sapped her strength as the
dragon sipped her life, pulling her into the darkness and the music
that was night...
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(1) Direct quote from the play, unspoken here despite the quotes. I wasn't sure how do actually do this any other way, and my English Comp book is already packed away!!!
Seven stanzas, seven chapters. (I hate to even interrupt this like this!) It's turning out much better than I ever imagined!