She is a women
He is a beast
She holds a candle to her beauty
He holds a candle to his fangs
She has wounds and no voice left to cry
He has her blood and he is her only way to die
She sulks inside intrigued of what is to come
He enjoys her scared little lullaby
She sighs her game nearly coming to an end for her descise is fading with time
He slowly begans to realize it wasn't of blood lust it was of honest god awful love that he has for her as she has for him the weakness he may never over come.
