Immortal Hereafter.
So pale is my love,
His countenance devoid of all life,
Still, he lives.
Crowned with ice, chill is his brow,
Yet unquenchable fires blaze in the depths below.
His eyes beam forth sweet dangerous suggestions,
Imprisoning me in his coiling dimension,
He feeds from my gaze,
And i know the rapture,
Of a love that kills,
And Immortal Hereafter.
©Sara Lovell