Sarita's Love

Two of Sarita and Barrett

She watches him stay
In shadows so deep
They frame his face
In his vampiric sleep

She brushes
His pale blonde hair
Off his pale brow
A kiss on his thin pale lips
Her mouth does endow

She untangles herself
From his tight embrace
And even so, there is no stir
In his body or face

The perfect picture
Perfect picture of death
Yet he lives, breathing in immortal breath

The shadow master
He had not loved
Before he saw her face
Mortal and flushed
An angel fallen from grace

He took her that night
From her torturous life
Before time had a chance
To bring them apart

He whispered in her ear
"Beautiful…"
With nothing to lose
She took his hand

The memory still vivid
She touches a vein in her neck
As she smiles down, green eyes adoring
Fingers stroking his pale chest,
She lies in a pillow
Of her own red hair, 
Waiting for her lover to awake.