For the morning I awaited, but morning light was belated.
No sweet morn came to liberate me from this most terrible of dreams.
The thing that night was begetting were images most upsetting,
If only could be forgetting, forgetting those ghastly screams.
Those pictures just wonít leave my mind, embedding in me it seems,
Most foul and terrible themes.
Purity she would deflower, one by one, souls to devour.
How could it have come that I would become a demonís special guest?
Against my plight I was straining while what hope I had was draining,
No chance for hope to be gaining, reining was this demon pest.
With all my hope all but faded, waning was I, in her nest.
I thought death could bring me rest.
The piercing sounds of her laughter will stay with me ever after.
Cackles of a madness wafting, against that cold stone wall they would ring,
My fear I tried to be masking, while in my pain she was basking,
Between gusts I started asking, asking for my hope to cling.
In her grim chores she was loving, tasking was this dreadful thing.
With passion she began to sing.
To my bones, those notes had shaken, my very soul she had taken.
In those notes I could hear this dark love echoing off this prison wall.
It was this love I was fearing, the love in song I was hearing,
Something terrible was nearing, rearing for some tragic fall.
Tried to close my heart against it, steering my mind from its call.
But it had me in its thrall.
Walls and floor of deepest amber, I had no hope to even clamber,
Making my way past my capture, into the lovely embrace of night.
The sirenís song she was sharing, against my flesh she was tearing,
It was pain beyond my bearing, wearing against my soul that night.
Beastly animal attention, staring at me, focus tight,
Holding me within its sight.
In her grip I turned to weeping, it was my blood she was reaping.
All my efforts made to escape were in vain against her hungry hold.
The nearing end I was dreading, mortal coil to be shedding,
Through deathís garden I was treading, treading out into the cold.
I was held tight in her embrace, threading in her savage fold.
Held fast in deathís fatal hold.
Thinking I would be expending, and my last breath was impending,
I tried one last time to summon up my strength but hers was just too great.
Despite the blood she was thieving, it was life unto which I was cleaving,
With every breath I was heaving, weaving through me this dark hate.
With all that I had left undone, grieving was I for my fate.
All I had was but to wait.
In the arms of my dark gaoler, my strength would only get frailer,
As I was forced to experience being the main course at this feast.
With no way I could be knowing as I felt hatred growing,
The future she would be showing, showing after this life ceased.
This was only the beginning, slowing never in the least.
I now belonged to this beast.
Behind her dead eyes was peering a most blackened soul a leering,
Watching the last of my strength slip from me as I faded into dark.
When I could feel my mind waking, it was my flesh I felt aching,
But my will she had been breaking, taking from me that lifeís spark.
I could feel where her kisses touched me, making a most painful mark.
I knew deathís song Iíd to hark.
It was though my flesh was knowing this terrible hunger growing,
But I had no idea from where it came or how to set it free.
To new heights my pain was reaching, yet she was there for my teaching,
Liquid desire would be leaching, breaching from a torrid sea.
An all too commanding hunger, preaching like a pious plea.
Like a puppet I would be.
The hungerís call I would harken, it would be the world Iíd darken,
With the hunger surging in me, I knew I was a darkling ghoul.
Calling was a feast most charming, this quiet lea weíd be farming,
With shining fangs for the harming, arming like a deadly tool.
With my dark teacher by my side, harming in the night so cool,
An erudite in deathís school.
Making our way to the living, it was death we would be giving,
With our dreadful mission ahead, together we made quite a pair.
Through the night we would be speeding, it was the blood weíd be needing.
From place to place sheíd be leading, feeding in the moist night air.
Oh how our prey begged for mercy, pleading for mercy to spare.
No mercy would be found there.
Its long since my cold heart heated, and the icy death I cheated,
I have learned how to live anew, itís into night I go with pride.
Through the world of mortals drifting, while its life and death Iím rifting,
Through the mortals I am sifting, sifting like sands in the tide.
This dark gift my demon gave me, lifting me on this great ride,
How I loved my darkling guide.
Rest is what my soul was wishing, but thatís not what death was dishing,
In death I have known life better than any mortal can ever know.
Faith in the blood I am placing, while through all these years Iím tracing,
A love for life Iím embracing, effacing it as I go.
With a smile on my face Iím facing every eveningís flow.
Into life, myself I throw.
In you, I hope I might excite a little curious delight.
I am writing this to you in the hope that my passions I might show.
The dreams of blood I am chasing, the hope of lives to be lacing,
Against the past I am bracing, placing hope in blood to know.
It's your blood I'm hungering for, chasing after bloodís sweet flow.
Is it all to fate we owe?