Moon edged in baleful mist
The darkness whispers to those amidst
Go run, run now!
Before she comes in search of a bloodied kiss
Or she’ll see you, a chance you must miss
On glance, your trance
Soon you will be under her spell
Come closer, embrace her
Soon she will unleash her hell
Her shadows glides, in darkness strangers meet
Cruel voices, a fight occurs in the street
What fools, she comes!
In chilling silence she watches the fight
Her form the prize to the victors delight
Her form, your storm
She’ll burn you up inside
Her eyes, blood cries
You will want to run and hide
He falls in despair
But she does not care
His blood is all she needs
His tears nothing as she feeds
Too late now, she leaves now!
He will never see another dawn
Her laughter, run faster
Your mind will go insane
White lace, her face
Your heart will be tamed
Her smile, your trial
You will tremble at her call
No choice, her voice
At her feet you shall fall
Written By
Elven Bloodwolf
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