blood and moonlight

Under the veil of midnight's hold, Two shadows meet, both fierce and bold. Fangs glint soft in silver light, As ancient hearts ignite the night. Their eyes, dark pools, a thousand years, Filled with longing, lust, and fears. They've danced through ages, fire and dust, Bound by hunger, bound by trust. A touch as cold as winter's breath, Yet warmer still than life or death. In alleyways and moonlit streets, Their passion burns in secret beats. Blood and moonlight paint their vows, No mortal life, just here and now. Together bound, by fate and choice— Two timeless souls, one whispered voice.