WARNING: This poem, upon further reflection, is a shameless Mary Sue. It also pretty much sucks, but what the hey. You gotta start somewhere.
The Awakening
At night, in her dreams, he comes to her.
A feral smile glitters in the moonlight
as he takes her in his arms.
and oh i've waited for this for so long
His breath is warm against her throat.
She closes her eyes
and inhales the scent of coppery warmth
that rides the night.
but his skin! his skin is so cold
His fingers spread across her back,
pulling her to him--her hips
flush against his.
though not for him are the ways of daytime lovers
His hands at the back of her neck,
she feels him smile, and then!--
Blood tide rushes, the beating of two hearts. . .
i live i live i live
She is his lover, his daughter, his disciple.
The centuries fly past her shuttered gaze.
i live i live i live
He sinks with her to the floor
and she is tasting this, the sweet-salt warmth
giving her this Hobson's choice
i live i live I LIVE!!!!
and she takes it, freely, with both hands.
Her body falls, exhausted, sated, smiling.
She feels his hand, now warm,
touch her face.
She opens her eyes and sees the world afresh.
And she thirsts.
The moonlight shows her room, now empty.
and whither thou goest i will go
The mortal world no longer beckons;
the sunrise their only boundary.
He is her lover, her father, her priest.
and i will follow you unto the ends of the earth
He takes her hand and they rise
into the nighttime sky.
She will be forever young.
And she will not look back.