She rose, she rose among us where we lay. She wept, as we put our work away. She chilled our laughter, stilled our play, spread a silence, on the now-ending day. And, she had her way… oh, she had her way. And, darkness shot across the sky. And once, then twice, we heard her cry; “Why, oh why?” With her hands on high. And, the flock above—every bird—fell to die. Our tears of fright, now sadness in our eyes. What shape was this—so ominous—with mouth so sweet, so poisonous? Her tortured face, for us to see. And, now that glance, fixated on me… fixed on me. Then, through the darkness and the wind, I saw her go. Yet, as she left my side, what her name was, I did not know. Oh, she flies alone. Oh, she flies alone… she flies alone. I should have been scared. Though, ill-prepared, no lust for anything else compared. I tried to resist the hold that was on me… a twist, greater than the strongest sea. Now, I realize the doom... her humming of a tortured tune. While cries of children, stifled soon, death below a blood-red moon.
Lyrical inspiration from Conrad Aiken's "The Vampire"
