April '02 ~ Virelay

[for W.]

I never thought the night would come
You chose for my Embrace
But when the the binding was said and done
Slowly our fingers laced

Our lips they kissed, and fears were chased
Away by gentle touch
Elation sang, and crimson raced
In veins as if too much

Mine eyes met yours, beaming such
Strange death were want in me
My mortal life, it were a crutch
Now, forever more, we'll be

Your fangs they sliced, eyes close to see
The white light up ahead
Though with your kiss, my progress cease
Once more - by your side bed

© .04.29.02. ~s.

Lips upon my brow, soft voice in my head
"Come back to me, beloved one
Do not linger far, or fear, or dread,
vestige mem'ries of the sun..."


Virelay: Any of several medieval French verse and song forms, especially one in which each stanza has two rhymes, the end rhyme recurring as the first rhyme of the following stanza.