Eternal Rose at Midnight

Beneath the moon, his shadow found her light, A mortal heart that trembled at his gaze. His crimson eyes burned softly in the night, Yet in her smile, his endless hunger stays. She reached for hands as cold as winter’s snow, But felt the warmth that lingered in his breath. A love forbidden, whispered soft and low, A fragile flame that dared to dance with death. Her pulse, a song he longed but swore to keep, He kissed her soul instead of crimson streams. A vow was carved in silence, dark and deep, Their bond eternal, stitched from fragile dreams. Though night may steal what daylight leaves unspoken, Their hearts remain—unbitten yet unbroken.