The Woman in My Dreams

She comes out of the dark,
a beautiful silhouette of black.
I see the widow’s mark,
and quickly move back.
Her golden hair
her crystal blue eyes
mixed with the mist in the air,
and the black of the skies
she takes her victim
quick to death
for when she’s done
not a drop of blood is left
her life is his death
his pain is her pleasure
for she is the woman in my dreams.