Yet beneath this mask of tranquility
lies the breath of lucifer
calling unto those,
His children of the night.
With a seductiveness that none can compare,
they sweep you off your feet.
They know exactly how to make you feel.
Then they play upon
Your unmatched feelings of lust.
Beware of those sweet whispers in your ear.
You know not what they bring.
For in each exotic kiss
lies a horror of which
None can compare.
I hear their voices calling me.
The unnatural thirst in side me grows.
The howls of my nocturnal brothers
force me to gase upon she who loves me
Diana the moon.
My thirst for blood grows strong,
a life I must fall prey upon.
Yet I must not let them drink from me,
lest they and I
Become as one.
Beware my sweet nothings in your ear,
and fall not prey to my exotic kiss.
For I am of the undead flock.
I am the beast;
A child of the night.
Copyright March 25, 1996 Laura Miske
