She was now a nightmare… with a message—salty and sweet—hissed through fangs and heat. Wings, fueled by a savage war drum beat. Death was her shared word, and in the darkness, heard. With the cruelest plan and message sent, now understood for what she meant: to thin the blood along our veins, delirious pains. Her storm: blood-red rains. She asked, “Who, then, dies for me? My terrible beauty, ye shall see! But, who denies me, cursed shall be, and slain... and buried loathsomely!” And so, darkness fell... and, with it, a split tongue to tell all in her path that dwell, “Welcome to my hell! And, like a sea, waves of dead will follow me… like the sea, waves of dead will follow me… like the sea!” So beautiful to kiss
her mouth, sinister and red. As the sun rose that morning, never to return, she fled. She fled, now that the sky was red.
Lyrical inspiration from Conrad Aiken's "The Vampire"
