Maxanders Vralan Bladeslasher

Can you see his wings?
Pure white, like fresh clean snow.
His eyes are blue and piercing,
Cutting through your soul.

Can you see his ice trail?
It follows as he stalks.
The epitome of grace and power,
Slicing in the night.

Can you feel his burning touch?
Lingering on your skin.
Blood boiling in your body's veins,
Filling mind with sin.

Can you feel his kisses sweet?
Gently on your neck.
Reaching for the pulse point there,
Making you go weak.

Can you smell the scent he wears?
It mingles in the air.
Mixing with the cool night breeze,
Blowing to you there.

Can you smell the blood?
It hides beneath his scent.
Waiting till you breathe it in,
Intoxicating heart.

Can you hear his voice?
The baritone that sings.
Melodious sound that strums the chords,
Controlling all within.

Can you hear his words?
He speaks of spells and lies.
Weaving unseen magic round you
Enchanting as he sighs.

Can you taste his lips?
It stays on tips of tongues.
Taking all the breath away,
Removing it from lungs.

Can you taste the salt on him?
Tantalizing senses.
Wanting him despite the chill,
Desiring him tonight.

KC - 5/7/05