He stands frozen before me.
A vision too hard to see.
My love is ice cold to the touch.
I’ve missed him so very much.
Who did this to him?
It’s a deadly sin.
Someone will surely pay for this tonight
at the party for a vampire’s delight.
A glass dome for the dancing pair,
twirl past statues with frozen hair.
My kiss lands on his cold lips
as I grasp his frozen hips.
He watches behind still blue eyes
as I bid my hasty goodbyes.
I will come back for him.
I won’t let evil win.
THE DEAD GAME by Susanne Leist