Death Touch

The windows rattled and the darken shadows
reveal a since of death in theair its eerie presence the cold
and stillness of the fear ridden abyss. Her hand glides in the dark
and touches my shoulder she has a deathly grip on mys
enses my vision plays horrific tricks to me and the fear dances
down my blood curled spine.

Her eyes glow like that of a crimson
candle she speaks to me in a hushed tone
and the stillness of her voice so cold the
silence resembled that of a icy block
she moves closer and in touching distances
he place her cold lips next to me ear and
whispers I come for you I tasted your life’s
blood now I want your soul you have always
belonged to me and now I claim you in the name
of my dark lord.

My body started to chill all over felt as if death truly
has taken me over my body stiffens at her words she reaches
for my heart and turns it cold I fall to the floor and watch her kiss
my cold red lipsand suck out the last remains of life frommy body.
She stands and grabs for my heart and rips it from my chest and
takes a bite from it and swallows it whole she then vanishes
into thin air leaving the once vibrant soul
dead and cold.
Copyright 2008 Belinda Diane Willis