"Vampire"

In silent darkness, he comes to me,
On velvet black wings, wild & free.
A creature of the night,
Yet always, remaining just out of sight.

He calls my name in his chilling voice.
Such sweet, beautiful noise.
"Yes, my child, I am calling you.
Come to me. You know what to do."

My breath weakens.
My pulse quickens.
That voice, I've heard it before.
I don't know where, but it shakes me to the core.

Strange sensations take over.
My body begins to quiver.
I feel the heat of night filling my veins.
It's time for darkness to reighn.

On silent wings, I slip into the night,
Searching for a victim, ready to fight.
Down below I see them, the perfect slaves,
Their reflection dancing in the ocean waves.

Overwhelmed with hunger, I do his bidding,
First torturing them, then bitting,
Thirstily lapping up the blood, such beautiful crimson red.
Come morning the paper will read, "2 more found dead."

This isn't the life I dreamed I'd lead.
On humans, always having to feed.
But what's done is done and cannot be changed.
I am different. From humans & reality I am forever estranged.

- Mick St. John, Moonlight