BELA

Do you know me

I think you do

I rise each night

From my tomb

My bone-dry lips

Long for you

I feed on humans

Freshly brewed

My mortuary

Is a gruesome sight

As I play with you

In the dead of night

I’m never caught

And I’m never seen

As I crease the sky

With the blackest wings

The crack of dawn

Sends a chill through me

I know that I must end my feast

Into the dust I must go

Until the next moonbeam glows