Darkest mistress of the night
with pale white skin, and raven hair
lips of ivory eyes of blood
walks boldly through the nights cold air          

a haunting cry comes from above
but neither does she look or care
hunger fills her mind with lust
on the hunt she smells his fear

there he stands alone and tall
no clue his life is near its end
from his coat he pulls a light
and puffs of smoke curl from his lips

round the corner she turns and stares
looking at her prey
pearl white fangs begin to show
her smile begins to fade

swiftly like a passing wind
she rushes him head on
and with a grace unlike ours
wraps him in her deadly arms

piercing, sucking, craving, longing
the fluid that she needs
the sweetest blood runs through her lips
and soothes her as she feeds

The ragged beast inside her, is quite for awhile
the hunger has subsided the corpse she puts aside
standing up she licks her lips, not to miss a drop
smiles, then walks away, my mistress of the night