At the Hour of Our Deaths
As the Bloody moon ascends over our chapel
And Wood splinters your Heart
I’m the creation who loathes her creator
My Youth was Drained with your Scarlet Kiss
With the Darkness on the tip of your Teeth
You awoke something inside me
The woman with No Reflection
I once wanted to surrender myself to you
By the Arcane ways I found so alluring
And the stories of Generations Past that you would tell me
After you crawled into my bed
And made me feel like the most special fly in your web
You were my strange and beautiful companion
A ghost haunting my dreams
Who tortured me with the cracking of your joints
And as a serpent who slithered into my bed
And forced the turning of a girl into a woman
And now at the time of our deaths
Over the girl who will never see morning
But will rise again at Dawn
As a woman with No Reflection.
~ original poem, “At the Hour of Our Deaths”, written by me. digital dead girl.