By roe deer`s paces, by swan`s sensitive pirouettes, he danced in the moonlight.
Licking of those lips, red eyes` blood-thirsty glance, full moon`s silvery shimmer.
The quiet silhouettes of the shadows.
Spalled to the air in milliards of the pieces of the glass.
With lonely hearts he touched my back with his cold fingertips.
I felt that his breath became denser.
He wanted to shout.
Hided the tear without dropping it.
Watched me like a beast, not like a cruel, not like a brutal, rather a beautiful creature.
He breathed to my ear, whispered my name and said sorry.
He wanted to own me.
He twisted his hands around me and stroke his palms of hands on my chest and his head went down.
The dark hair covered his faces.
He even smiled a moment when his teeth groped my neck`s skin.
Like the cutters of the knifes they sank into my throat and the moonlight caressed his faces when he picked his head up.
Fountaining crimson fall.
Did it tell the death`s horribleness or was it perhaps the white light of the salvation?
I fell to his embrace.
Soul of mine fell to the endless abyss and the burden of my weight fell on him.
He shouted to the dark night and clasped my bloodstained shirt.
And suddenly the world expanded like it wouldn`t be the end.
I saw his red eyes` bitter tears
There was a reflection of the young woman.
Her eyes were the same like that forever dancing vampire`s.
I knew.
I was immortal and his`.
We would dance till the end of the world, so long until we would spall to the air
with forgetting the time`s and the world`s existence.