It was late one night, the sky was lit, lit by a lonely moon, as
full as it could be.  I was driving through the darkness, piercing
it as did the moon, I was competing, for I did not want to know what
lay ahead.  Was I to see what I would do, I would drive into the
moon, to shatter the life and light I had.
    It depth of darkness, buried amidst a civil world, I happened
upon my destination.  Standing there, amidst a blackness of her own,
the one I sought for my own destruction awaiting me, awaiting my
death.
    Where was I to take her, where better to die than to my own
abode. My family gone, to not return for a week no less.  Where
better to go, where better to die, where better to allow the
darkness to eat through me.
    Her eyes were of a darkness I had not known before.  They glowed
a silent red.  How could I not see what lay before my simple eyes.
How could I not see the seed of my destruction.
    Our talk was small, smaller than the smallest mote upon that
devil's day. Upon my house, we did embark, to treat the final way.
    We sat, side by side, on a gentle couch.  And silence overtook
our way.  Oh hateful silece, oh dreaded empty ears.  Why seal my
fate with quiet fears.
    I sat, no motion, for my motion was not there to be.  I was
frozen silent for this dreaded deed, for my death I could not speak.
    She held my hand, in comfort said, for twas not for me to bleed.
My hand she held, the fire did meld, her spike to my need.  I bless
my fortune, that I could think, and resolve myself as well, for
t'were it not, I'd died that night, and I'd be seeing her in hell.
    Her hand carressed my face so light, the nails traced their
paths. Her eyes dug deep, deep within my skin, where blood ran cold
and thin. Then did her lips destroy my life, a silent kiss.  I must
return, I could not spurn, would destroy her through and through.  A
kiss of ages, hours long, not deep, but still too strong.  Her hand
gently o'er my chess did flow, as buttons melted like freshened
snow.  My skin did know her stinging touch, a pleasure I could not
bear.
    I tried my last, I held her fast, to quell the deathful fire.
She took it full and returned so cruel, she fastened to my mind.
The hand I did forever feel, as fire upon ice, I enjoyed it so, the
lustful flow, of desirous touch to me.  The kiss I know, did start
the night, and kill my precious cradle.  I felt my hand gently over
her face, the soft and purring cheeks, the forehead warm and
inviting.  Her lips upon my neck, they travelled through my chest,
they ate my life direct from me, drawing the blood I could not see.
I felt the flow, she drew from me, my forces of life, both within
and without, tainted by her breath. I could not see, I did not know,
that this would be such pain. The pain itself was pleasure to my
mind, a self-filled light, not measured by the pitiful accounts that
mortals tell.  This pleasureful would not impregnate, would not
dispense a human seed, instead a devil-spawn from her, did enter my
defense.
    I gave in that nite, to pleasure bright.  Her fingers soft an
pure, the nails hard and biting, her lips so moist and delicate,
traced round my simple joys, her teeth so sharp and painful, eating
through my skin and might.  That when she left, I do not know, nor
that I took her home.  To that deep dark place within this space,
the demon left its home.
    I knew her not again as she, she changed that night, as I, we
forevermore be seperated, by fear of that such beast.  She survived,
a vessel mere, but I would not succeed with such grace.  For many
days, the nites apace, did I fight that evil seed.
    My shielding gone, my thoughts destroyed, my life removed, my
friends annoyed.  I found the seed within me.  My guilt did add the
water, my fear did add the light, the seed did grow, amidst my
morality, and the flowers gave off doubt.  I threw it out that day,
did I, and saw what was the truth.  Morality was but a lie, the
trueness is within you, you cannot do what you do not accept, but
not accept what you do.  My guilt was gone, my timed love survived,
my morals erased, but replaced, by a stronger force, that keeps my
soul, within the bounds I seek.  That night I'll not remember,
although I want no repeat, the pain and pleasure doth I like, the
seed I would not keep.
    Beware the cycle that life will make, though pleasure joy, and
pain unique, I love them both, the lustful sort, but never allow
that seed, the painful seed that I be gone, that I do wrong, never
shall my faith deplete.