You barely hear the chimes striking midnight
For standing outside your window is a dark shadow
And she calls your name but you can do nothing but reply.

Her skin is smooth and pale but her eyes are like crimson flames
While you find yourself paralyzed by fear, she bares her fangs
Before darkness overcomes you and pleasure fills your soul.

You awake with the dawn and your body feels oh so slightly weak
But you blame it on the restless sleep from the night before
And deep down you know she will return riding upon her sweet nightmare.

� 2000-2008 by NightBard13
(October 12, 1989)