Wednesday, June 29

* *The Black Lace Fan * *

His bloodshot eyes follow her
As she makes her way from wall to wall
She hides from the tongues of others
But still she hears him call

She can see from his lupine eyes
They are not the same
Yet amongst the others in this hall
Only they both know the game

His gaze burns into her skin
Even as she holds up her black lace fan
Memories from centuries long ago
Are never forgotten in the time of Man

Her undead heart weeps at his feet
His bestial soul is in her stand
Creatures of the night and moon
Enigmas like her black lace fan

The dawn is creeping like a fiend
As they both stand in the empty site
He stands before the broken window
Shielding her from the cruel light

She points her pistol at his heart
Her silver eyes are hard as rocks
Unafraid he snarls and reaches out
To touch and finger her raven locks

He kisses her lips of blood
And she squeezes the pistol's trigger
A final gasp and he sags in her arms
Lodged in his heart a bullet of silver

A single tear falls from her eyes
As she embraces her wolf-man
He falls and the sun consumes them
Till nothing left, but her black lace fan

Thus quoth Joie at 10:37 PM