Crimson lips meld together,
Gone are all human fetters…
Moonlight graces the pale skin,
Gasps and moans sound the songs of sin…
Hands and mouths touch upon every curve,
Sending throbbing sensations right through their hardened nerves…
Decadence and violence are rife in the nights they share,
Foul stench of death and blood permeate their decrepit lair…
An affront to God and all things holy; of their union, this is true,
Yet they balked at the standards of God, and of mankind, too…
Under sheets, their cold bodies embrace under the bed,
It seems love can breathe life back into the undead…
A World In Flames 