Cursed Loneliness

In the dark moments of morning, as the sun is yet to rise A faceless form awakens, inspiring chilling cries It lurks within the darkness, while unaware, we sleep As many then fall victim in the dormant hours they keep The moonlight beckons wandering, as it hauntingly entreats Selecting its new victims from the souls that dare to meet With charm and a seduction, it entices all who are about After giving a quick salutation, they then give in to shout The faceless form then takes from them, all it really needs Taking from them blood of life, on which it only feeds A curse bestowed in days of yore, when one had fed on it Living on, in death’s cold grasp, because of once been bit Alone it ever wanders, through the dark corridors of life Invading all our nightmares, with stabs there like a knife Sad though, all it really wants then, is to live and to be seen For it must live its life alone, in the hours, in between