The Lion and the Lamb
by ~oddemily
A prick of the finger
A drop of blood
And they're still together because
He takes her hand
And leads her away
From her dimly lit, dreary day
This willing victim
Dubious of whom he truly is
She only considers love
Clueless of her endangerment
He leads her to a meadow
A patch of light appears
Shimmering onto him
He grows incandescently bright
Glowing, Sparkling
This creature of the night
Slowly he turns around
Facing Bella here and now
He holds her close
Leans in for the kiss
This chance is very hard to miss
She leans in closer
Goes on her tippy-toes
She kisses him
Her spirits rose.
