Lovers, dancing cheek to cheek.
Outside, snow drifts
pile against walls and windows.
Fingers of moonlight touch
snow-dressed trees,
pools of darkness
flood the lonely house.
The music quickens,
the tempo, throbbing, insistent.
He holds her closer,
whirling past skeletal chairs,
while rags of black curtains
flap against broken shutters.
A bare bulb hanging from
a dark cord, swings madly,
casting crazy splinters of light
over the mold-covered walls.
The dancers, now silhouettes,
become one shadowy outline,
Twisting, twirling
caught in
the mad crescendo
of music,
blind to dead, eyeless faces
pressed to cracked windows.
He feels a stab of pain.
Sharp incisors
piercing, biting
into his neck,
tempting smooth skin, blue veins
Music screaming, darkness descending,
blood running freely.
Valentines, vampires
blood lovers, brothers,
dancing cheek to cheek.
