The toll of midnight strikes

As passion taunts me in my sleep

Her legs so pale and slender

Rend me arisen and primed to feed

Under the moonlit clear night skies

I find her awaiting me

'Neath her satin, lace and leather reveal

A Heaven and it's seraphic lead

Above the world we writhe

Our limbs performing many scenes

Of lust and lore that many thought

To be acts of filth, debauched

A bloodlust fills my eyes

The scarlet lenses fully formed

I lay my kiss upon the pulsing throat

With lips and fangs and more...

Over many nights I sate my thirst

And avenge the crimes

The last kin of those heartless

Hunters in my sight

With a taste for sweet revenge

I play the hand of Fate

Swindling the odds through time

To beat her cruel game

In trancelike state

With a Devil tonight she dines

Beneath my smile

Burns a malice cold as ice

Without compassion I take my fill

Of her precious wine

And leave her deflowered

In my arms and drained of life...