Love Poem: Blood In the Fog
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Written by: Joelle Ferguson

Blood In the Fog

As dusk turns to twilight and the fog swirls through the trees
They walk hand in hand, soul in soul, 
Deeper into the forest. 
The deeper they go, the thicker the fog. 
They reach the centre of the forest 
And come to a clearing. 
The moonlight filters through the fog 
Casting a beautiful, yet eerie glow over them. 
She turns to him 
And passes him an athame from the folds of her gown,
The silver blade glinting in the moonlight. 
She holds her arm out to him, 
The moonlight and fog accentuating her pale milky skin. 
He cuts her arm just below the elbow 
And feeds on her sweet blood. 
Her body arches in ecstasy 
As she feels his teeth biting into her arm 
To draw the blood into his mouth better. 
When he has had his fill he pulls his sleeve 
Up above the elbow for her to have her turn. 
When they are done, with blood trickling down their chins, 
They share bloody kisses.