"I need rest," she murmurs under the copper dyed hues of sunset's leaves.
"Why don't you lie down for a while?" He looks down upon her, intentions of night in his dark eyes.
"I need rest," she whispers as the colour begins to steadily fade.
"Then nod your head, there's naught to fear," he smiles, stardust coating his cold breath.
"I need rest," she sighs as the last of sun's warmth departs her core.
"Take a seat, my love," he encircles as a panther would its prey.
"I need rest," a cry as soft as a dove flees her lips.
"Lift your feet, one shan't stand for too long," he becomes a shadow looming.
"I need rest," her eyes of summer look up, dreams departing.
"My shoulder is here for you," he coldly offers, deceit dripping with every word.
"I need rest," her hands delicate as fall reach like struggling branches in winter winds.
"Let me hold you," his arms of greed reach forth with malintent.
"I need rest," her breaths cast away by the humming breeze.
"There's a pillow nearby," his callous fingers trace looming paths.
"I need rest," her hair trailing, losing its shine.
"Don't be shy," fangs of broken glass shine in his smile.
"I need rest," harmony trickles down her weakening frame.
"Then let it go," temptations wrangle his body.
"I need rest," innocence cries from her heart.
"There's a bed below," he forces near.
"I need rest," her figure falters.
"Anytime now," he leans over in anticipation.
"I need rest," she fights in vain.
"Rest my child," his presence overwhelming her.
"...rest," she succumbs, his obsession complete.