In the Dead of the Night
Gaunt and white
Ashen to dead
The night awakens
For the living dread
A full moon high
Induces their want
Blood of the live
Their silent haunt
Maiden or man
In peaceful sleep
Blooded rewards they crave
In their nighttime reap
An open window
On a moonlit night
As a darkened angel
In quiet flight
A mist drifts
As she appears
A silent victim
In unknown fear
Her neck omitting
A scent of feed
As this vampired dark angel
In wanting need
Slowly she encroaches
As her victim stirs
Revealing more flesh
This vampire's spur
Mouth agape
Her intention set
The need of her
In blood lust wet
Punctured skin
As her teeth sink
The draining of life
In darkened drink
The mist reappears
As the night folds
This vampire's victim
Left in ashen cold
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