Undying Love (a poem)
The cold night air blows across her pale skin.
The blood of innocents on her lips.
I taste and am immortal.
The plush coffin contrasts against her raven hair.
The unending darkness in her eyes,
Stare into mine own.
I cherish the way that she stalks,
The delicate cold hands caressing her prey.
She is the blackest of roses.
Together we are the aristocracy of the night.
No mortal will ever destroy our love,
It shall last for all eternity.
Author: Iain Peter Morrison
Copyright: Iain Peter Morrison