His Divine

You might say it sucks.....

Across the night, his whispered grace,

     in search of blood

          to feed his taste.

In darkness, his pale skin imbued,

     aglow in this

          night's bright, full moon.

A sea of ebony inspires

     his one true

          passionate desire.

A river beneath warm flesh awaits;

     countless souls

          for him to take.

And with his life from dusk 'till dawn,

     he'll find that soul

          for which he longs.

Mere souls from which to feed means naught,

     'tis only one

          his aim has sought.

And, lo, he rises at each dusk,

     to find the one

          for which he lusts.

Each night he feels her ever nigh,

     one night he'll find her -

          his divine.

Reviews

[Thomas Fleet]

Love your rhyme scheme and my favorite part about this whole poem is the structure it was written in. It's a great poem. :]