Ignorance Is Bliss

She looks at you blankly
black fathomless eyes
staring unnervingly into
yours.

Pale skin glowing in the moonlight
long pale blue gown
flowing behind her int he
wind.

Crow black hair flowing
in long ripples down
her back, begging to be
touched.

She speaks to you voice
carrying like melodic chants
to yours, you pay no attention to her
amusement.

Beckoning forward with her
hand, lips curving into a coy
mysterious smile, you don't think
twice.

Like a fly caught in a web
she slowly winds you in
eyes sparkling with sadistic
delight.

Before you can even become
terror stricken at the sight of
glinting fangs you neck is
snapped.

Never to talk, breath, blink,
think, see, love, cry, move,
feel .. again, or so you
think.

But what you do not know
will never hurt you, for of course
irgnorance is bliss...
Correct?