Although her eyes were enchanting, luring me in like prey; they had a depth to them. A darkness.
A strange smile, white and twinkling in the reflection of the ballroom light.
Her sharp fangs would give any grown man a fright.
Her long fingernails left a bone chilling feeling on my skin. As if leaving a curse. Her mark.
I had not noticed until i left that night, that the wound on my neck was not just a love bite.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem