It is a night of ghostly pain A song of evil desire, Dark shadows rise up It's the time of terror! Werewolves vent their solitude. Demons are paralyzed Ghosts are lamenting But, The baby girl wakens.
Sin shrouds her stalking form, a lurking wanting.
Her raven hair cascades over pale shoulders, and her Crimson lips part slightly, to taste the red tears streaming from the pale flesh lying beneath her. This is her first kill! I close my eyes, And curse myself For becoming the victim of her own thirst!