The Welcomed Stranger (Alternate Conclusion) (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 insolate
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
Like a gentle cyclone, they arise in dance
Limbs entwined, two hearts joined as one beat
The side of her throat begs, head tossed back
Gasping together, the inevitable defeat
Suddenly his eyes of love flashed red
And locked into hers for her submission
Denied, his pride flares up, his raging temper
Drives him to pounce without permission
His pastel lips curl, revealing his canines
She breaks away unwantingly, eyes of tears
Like that of a dragon, he rises up in fullness
The winged epitome of every human's fear
He, risen, seemingly absorbs all energy
The demon of beauty, yet the human's prepared
He swoops in like a bat to attack her neck
Only to find himself staked, the vampire unspared