Dark Desires
510 Words
In the stillness of the night,
when the moon wraps the world in silver,
he stalks through shadowed streets,
a figure lurking, waiting,
his hunger sharper than fangs.
She walks alone, a soft glow
in her laughter, her dreams like stars,
unaware of the cold breath behind her.
In a quick flash, a sweep of darkness—
she is caught, her world spinning.
His grip is iron, yet he speaks with honey,
whispers wrapped in silk and sin.
“Come closer,” he beckons,
a promise held in the depths of his gaze,
capturing her spirit, her heart pounding.
He takes her to his lair, a place of gloom,
walls draped with shadows and echoes,
the air thick with a strange perfume,
a mix of rose and decay,
it holds warmth and terrible chill.
She searches for a door, a window,
to escape this freezing embrace,
but chains of siren songs bind her will,
and the darkness wraps her like a shroud,
hypnotic lights dance in the corners of her mind.
The moments drag as the moon wanes,
he draws closer, eyes like glowing coals,
fire burning within his chest and soul,
longing masked in twisted need,
he sees her not as a person, but as a trophy,
a beautiful echo of power he wishes to claim.
"Look at me,” he whispers,
and she meets his gaze, torn between horror
and attraction, a storm brewing
in the depths of a heart begun to tremble,
where fear and thrill entwine like lovers.
Days fade into endless nights—
time distorts in this haunted palace.
He shows her beauty, ancient discussions,
the tales spun beneath starlit skies,
yet his world reflects only pain,
for she is not free,
an unwilling pawn in a savage game.
Through shattered glass, moments of light break through,
glimpses of a life she once knew,
friends laughing, bright sunlight,
but chains grip tighter with every passing night,
stolen laughter lingers like bitter ink
on faded pages of a life that once flowed.
But a spark remains buried deep,
a warrior spirit in a captive’s heart,
she dreams of daylight, charming and fierce,
a way to rewrite her own story,
to break the fetters and grasp the sun,
to shatter the night’s cruel symphony.
With every secret whispered behind bars,
a plan unfurls like fragile wings—
she learns his fears, his aching desires,
the secrets of his ageless heart,
discovering shadows hide not just monsters—
they also cloak the lost,
the lonely, the misunderstood.
And so the night fades,
the battle begins beneath the glowing moon.
A woman forged in chains yet unbroken,
her beauty sharpens not just his hunger—
but the fire that ignites from deep within.
She becomes the flame of rebellion.
No longer merely a pawn in his dark game,
but the tempest he never anticipated,
and as dawn breaks with golden grace,
she knows freedom must come,
even from dark, twisted roots,
a beautiful revolt called spirit,
the sun will rise,
and with it, the promise of a life reclaimed
- Writer
