The Joy of Midnight

The sun sinks and Dusk ends,
Awoken, surrounded by mist.
We walk alone as the thirst descends,
To fulfill this sacred tryst.

Descendants of Lillith and the night,
Dreaming of the Moon.
The victim falls into my sight,
To laugh, and make them swoon.

Malicious smile of pincer teeth,
The prey falls i'to open arms.
To pale as whithered, dying wreaths,
And succumb unto my charms.

Bloodless cadavers in my wake,
To confound mere mortal few.
This firey thirst I seek to slake,
At dawn return to tomb...
  ¶ 3:41 PM