The Becoming

Fantasy Poem

Beneath a blanket of dark skies
Embraced within his crimson cloak
His eyes of blazing gold
I am falling gently under the earth
Entangled in long locks of ebony
The wind speaking secrets never told
Lengthy lashes brushing softly against warm cheeks
Embracing the cold that now stings my flesh
My death becoming now your life
My eternal one
My immortal love