Whose Death?

By the snap crack clackings of my thumbs Something wicked this way comes In robes of finest silk did it dine and found our flesh most divine A creature who wore the cloth In life did it spit upon the cross To eat the flesh, and consume the blood And many have drowned in it coming flood Long, lean and sheik It's gaze can make many a man meek Teeth of bright white Polished to hide the deeds of its night Upon my house did it knock Pray sanctuary with the blessed souls Standing beneath our clock Did it ask the toil for it's stroll Clad in its finest Black cloth Book in hand and cross over chest Did it read the Lord's Prayer over our broth Little did we know it was our last Prayer under our family Crest It dined that night upon the flesh It suped our blood while it was fresh I watched my loved ones dies one by one Wondering when it's deed would be done Awashed in chilling foresight That this will be the first night of many to come It approaches me and picks me up as you would a doll Then rests me on the table near it's bowl Smiling down to me as if it was in delight It shows it blood stained fang enhancing my fright It pets my head tiding my hair Speaking to me as if it offered me life, does it truly dare? Good evening, young Hostest. One so full of life, should never be fearful of one such as myself The table you set I must protest does not suit my palate so I took matters into hand And as such I must offer more to you for going out of my way would you join me and my merry band? Let me be a guide for your weakened heart And show you the warm sweetness of your own blood I shiver and shake, lost in the dark Do I tread the mud filled waters of this demon who took all from this fool Now in all the ends of days do I ask Did I die that night, Or is it you that died?