Sanguine is the Night
Monster, animal.
Bloodthirsty beast
These are the things
That best describe me
Yet by looking at me
You would not understand
For I am one of the fairest
In the land
My hair is thick
A nice dark brown
Pulled out of the way
Why let it hang down?
My face, it is fine
But one you'd forget
A short while later
You won't remember we met
But appearances can be
So very misleading
Those who don't know this
Might end up bleeding
My face is young
Though I am old
My heart is stopped
My skin is cold
My eyes are bright
A nice shade of red
The very same hue
As the blood I shall shed
My teeth are sharp
As sharp as my blade
With them I serve
Each command I obey
I am told by my Speaker
To take your life
Someone is angry
That you slept with their wife
I come to you
When you least expect
I trap you, and admire
My latest prospect
You beg for your life
Hoping to live
But mercy is something
That I never give
My blade I draw
And put to your throat
The blood flow freely
Of this I take note
I put my mouth
To the wound
And begin to drink
Without a sound
Now you see why
I am called 'beast'
Your blood is
My favorite feast
You struggle a little
You fight it at first
Then your blood gushes
In one final burst
No one shall save you
From your desperate plight
It is my duty to ensure that
Sanguine is the Night.
A/N: Hail Sithis!