• The streets are empty, the night is cold,
    the moon shines full, on the pavement below,
    as a single creature walks, quiet & slow.
    She walks these empty streets alone,
    His silhoutte walks with her, his thirst now grown.
    He is behind her, she does not see,
    his hand around her throat, gasping for air,
    She falls to the mercy of his hypnotic stare.
    She tries to scream but no sound,
    noone to hear, noone is around.
    He smiles at her, bares his fangs,
    they are sunk deep in her throat exposed,
    she cringes in pain, her eyes sealed closed.
    He licks the red liquid from his lips, & smiles.
    She cries as he throws her, & leaves before the dawn.
    Back to his layer, his thirst now gone.
    The streets are empty, the dawn is here,
    the sun rises full, he is not here...