Love Eternal

A moonlight rain was flowing in my dark room tinkling like silvery tiny bells.
Entwined in snow-white sheets, I was beholding the mystery contained in the flame of dozen of white flickering candles.
Morpheus seemed to have forgotten me, that night...so in my insomnia, I was waiting, without knowing for what.
Suddendly I thought I was, awaken, dreaming.
I heard the sweet notes of a violin come from somewhere in the depths of my heart, and those notes cracked my fragile crystal soul.
The roses, red as drops of blood, I used to keep next to the half-closed window, as many Juliets standing at their balcony waiting for their lost love, withered all in a moment, bowing their heads, sweet dying fairies...Icy draughts invaded my room from the window opened in a sudden, freezing my heart.

And then I saw him.

Entwined in the black mantle of the night, long hair floating in the breeze, he was smiling to me.
Pushed gently by the wind, he reached my bed in a breath time.
I rose up sitting, attracted by him like a moth by a flame.
He grazed for a moment my dark curls, the dark ebony colour of a coffin, and without saying a word he told me: “Sweet maiden...I won’t allow anymore you to cross the ocean of your memory alone. I’m here for you, for never let you go...”
I felt the sweet scent of his breath from his exanguine lips, and I got nearer to catch it, to have such sweetness in me. What I found instead were his marble white arms, that hold me in an indissolvable embrace. I shivered for the cool touch of his hands.

My icy angel, you sweetly pushed me to your realm like the angel of death pushes a lost soul!

And it was there, in that crumbling hall, glorious in its decadence, lightened by pale and quivering candles that gave it the apparance of a sepulchre, that my red lips met his, in a sweet kiss of blood, and when like blood the kiss glided on my neck, snow-white bright razors pierced into my flesh, melting in me pleasure and pain...o sweet token of eternal love!
Again I longed to hear his voice, and my heart filled with tormenting sweetness when he wishpered:
“The melody of your breaths is the nocturnal music I adore.
If you love me, I’ll make this music last forever...”
And so from the wounded marble of his wrist I tasted for the first time the crimson essence of life, and I became an immortal fairy of the sepulchres, loving daughter of the night, dear disciple of the moon...
...eternal beloved of love eternal...