Lustrous stars shining bright o’er the vast plain,
Whispers of delight promise all but pain
Caresses in the night from Wind’s soft hand,
Joy soaring to those stars, never to land

As backs touch gentle grass, gone is the world
With their hands intertwined and fingers curled
Silhouettes underneath silver moon’s light,
Wishing the sun would e’er yield to the night

Innocence and daring young love doth hold,
Never succumbing to what they are told
Time carries a future unknown to us,
Unable to anticipate and thus,

Cherish this passion not foolishly blind
Be guided by heart, but also by mind.

A murky alley, its path obscure and hazy
With the moon creeping overhead,
Ready to watch over the people as the sun’s shift is over.
On this cold winter night, all is silent
But the blaring music from a nearby club
Where those of gregarious nature tend to pack.
The darkness is pierced with pearl white
An untainted dress that grasps onto a graceful woman leisurely
Walking, out of place with this scene as the mist blurred
Her features and the shadows crawled upon her.
She continued, her hair waves of amber, eyes of emerald,
A definite jewel among piles of tarnished diamonds, uncaring
Her dress gliding swiftly across damp brick ground
In this alley, home to insects trudging the floors like man
Struggling for his once dear life.
Not a soul seen through the heavy fog but the man against the wall in camouflage
Black coat, black ensemble, and a deep stone-like presence
Invisible, yet clearly noticeable.
He stepped out of the looming shadows in which enveloped him
And she stepped closer, no fear
Etched onto her face, no hint of emotion but the tiniest sorrow.

Once in a visible range, his stoned features were clearly defined
Like a work of art, as if giving life to an inanimate painting
Strung onto gallery walls for passerby’s to stare in awe,
With an air of mystery that they never quite understand.
Slowly sinking downward to her colorless neck, speculating
Inch by inch, a fair complexion looking pale
Against the illumination of the moon.

Gradually, he leans in with no predator-like intent
And a pierce was driven through her, causing her skull
Unforgettable hurt.
A muffled cry in a cramped, unnoticed alley.
The walls enclosed in on them, eerie was the moon bright,
Vast, and lustrous above them, its radiance peering in
Gazing in discontent at the act
The pain began to subside like the flame of an open fire
As she went numb with a bittersweet sensation.
Deeper and deeper she fell, a bottomless pit
Drowning herself in seemingly endless ecstasy and lusting
For a peaceful end to all things real.

On his side, the same bittersweet sensation was tasted.
Sweet, sensuous elixir flowed hot into his mouth in small
Amounts, tempting, inviting.
Ongoing, it coursed through him like wine
Soft burns taken at the throat, but well satisfying.
Her emotions imprinted on every drop consumed, every cell:
Her wave of passion, longing, grief, all explicitly felt like the burning
Sun upon his flesh, without a detail disregarded
As liquefied rubies trailed
Down her once untainted dress, leaving a river of crimson.
As they were strongly pulsing through him, he wondered
Of the woman’s life, whom he was holding so freely
In his arms under the wary moon.
As her veins went dry in need of blood,
She began to pant, a mammal dying on the heated
Floors of the infinite, unbounded desert, vultures encircling overhead.
She came across her last words in a ghostly whisper
“Thank you.” A faint smile.
In the conformity of the darkness, on the unsought
Cold brick floors of a frozen winter night, a porcelain doll found peace.