Hello all! 'Tis I, Countess Jackman, here with a rather simple poem that I wrote a few days ago. I know I haven't posted anything for "Bitemarks and Bloodstains" in nearly three months and I have my reasons for doing such: I've not had a decent amount of inspiration for it in a long time. That being said, I don't want to write anything that would not be up to par compared to my previous work on the story. So, hopefully there will be a chapter coming sooner than you think. So, keep your fingers crossed.

On another note, this is a poem that I hope you all like. Feel free to PM me about it if you have questions, though I doubt you will. I'll let you determine what it's about all by yourself because who knows, it might be the same or completely different from how I feel about it. So, enjoy and please review.

in a state of unyielding bliss.

A delicacy acute and yearning,

unrelenting and evermore. Tender

is the touch upon the angel’s face.

Shiver does the body beneath the

steady hands, a coldness forever

warm. The twist of fate, a heart

still beats. This heart within me

shall linger eternally.