Partners Of The Dark Poem by India Mysticali

I run that blade
it pierceth the skin.
I no longer
feel its bite.
the vein openeth
and spitteth its nectar,
the warm crimson sweetness,
into the night.

Don't worry, my friend
I am not here to take you
or your blood
I am here for your soul
are you frightened?
are you scared?
tell me friend
and feel my cold.

I return to my partner
whom deceiveth the mortal
and drapeth his arms about me.
I succumb to his kindness,
his gentle, dark demeanor.
With calculated decisiveness
he pinches one, lone nerve
and give me the dark's sweet kiss.

I awaken in his arms
my head upon his lap
he brushes my hair aside
and puts a finger to my lips
he whispers softly to me
'Dawn has not yet fallen.
go back to sleep, love.'

Finis