Upon the dark of night she walks
In the shadows avoiding light.
She searches for her one true love,
She, the queen of the night.
Slipping through the darkness,
She hears his heart pound,
He will be her victim.
Tucked away in slumber
He rests, no fear around.
Silently she lays beside him
Taking of his love.
Draining him with nothing said,
His life is in her hands.
As the hounds of hell bay,
The moonlight, too escapes,
Quietly she fades away
Upon the breaking of the dawn.
He wakes to find a single rose
Shes left behind.
A single rose- blood red.
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