The taming of the heart

She had eyes that reflected like mirrors covered in ice...hair so blond it looked as if a golden crown had melted over her head.
Her skin was perfect...it shined brighter than porcelin and whiter than marble.
Her vampyric gaze pierced my flesh like the rusty hooks of hell, and the chains of oblivion drew me in to her grasp, I was hers without conset or complaint, and she knew it.
I had become a puppet for her to play with and to feed upon, and my emotions were the strings with which she made me dance to her whim and will.
I was in her control, nothing more than a sheep and somehow I found myself falling deeper into love with her knowing that all I would get in return was coldness and the silence of my own room until she sent for me.
She was a cold corpse that had risen from death, her beauty and elegance unfaltered by time spent under the earth.
She had my heart and I had nothing, yet...I was happy.