A small snippet inspired by tales of the Fae.
That's what it does,
From the corner of your mouth.
Look love, its a moonless night,
And the only life is your glacier eyes,
Glowing a madness in the dark.
The air smells like it shouldn't.
Of lust and lunacy and blood.
Sharp as ice.
My world has narrowed
To that single drop of crimson colour
In a slate grey night.
How we've changed.
Forgotten whose blood it is,
Only knowing how sweet the taste.