do you know me
i think you do
i rise each night
from my tomb
my bone-dry lips
long for you
i feed on humans
freshly brewed
my mortuary
is a gruesome sight
as i play with you
in the dead of night
i'm never caught
and i'm never seen
as i crease the sky
with the blackest wings
the crack of dawn
sends a chill through me
i know that i must end my feast
into the dust i must go
until the next moonbeam glows |