The Welcomed Stranger (via 2003)
Up three floors, absent of a balcony
She stands in nightgown, arms outstretched
Absorbing the night, only half asleep
Awaiting for the welcomed stranger she met
Abruptly he arrived just last night
Past the locked window and before her bed
Fear awoke her, visited, and rapidly he left
She had become infatuated with the undead
He, or it, dressed in holy black evil
Yet full beauty he was, expression desolate
Her veins pulsated, begging to be pricked
His eyes dark, vulnerable not, but insulate
Her thoughts interrupted, the wind whistles
Singing their songs through scarecrow trees
A flood of random bats blocks out the moon
Fatigued, she involuntarily drops to her knees
Then the welcomed stranger's present
All love and terror that of folklore stories
In confidence, he's intimately close
Mysteriously powerful in his loathsome glory
Magnetically pulled together, all else blurred
Bodies entwined, they rise up high together
Twirling in passion, a distant wave of a choir
Something about his canines caused her to wet her
Suddenly his eyes of love flashed red
And locked into hers for her submission
She nodded without a word or an utter
His teeth responded to her permission
Deep, teeth sink themselves into her neck
So delicate, without pain, she quivered
Did her soul depart or did one enter
She, bewildered, then chilled and shivered
Limp as a rug, she collapsed, folding in his arms
He laid this mere child onto her bed
Wiping his lips clean of crimson blood
He stood alone, adoring the new one bred