Lace -- A Continuation

as the vines
completed their trace
the look upon his face
grew to shocked amazement

'I knew thee to be powerful, yet I didst not believe ye capable of this'

letting his mind slip
of my imending unconsciousness
as if he came upon a sudden realisation
of my fading animation
he took his dagger
cut some of his throat
pressed my lips
to the oozing liquid
the nectar
sweet upon my tongue
rolling through me
sending fire
pain
the thundering in my chest
grows deep
grows slow
faint, faint, faint
then gone
blackness clouds my vision
and into the abyss
I slip