Chalice of the Night
She visits in the darkness of the night:
a soulless, winged creature of vampire lore.
A shadowless shadow shunning the light,
softly scratches upon my bedroom door.
With my heart pounding, I open the door;
rapturously under her ghoulish trance.
And the moment we kiss, I crave much more,
as we swirl in the throes of our blood dance.
And waltzing to the very edge of time,
each vampiric kiss: begins with a bite.
Slightly nervous, my anxieties climb:
drinking deep from the chalice of the night.
And as befitting creatures of the night;
our silhouettes morph into bats in flight.
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