Midnight Flower, Twilight's Hour

The midnight sounds of devils and a fog-covered cemetery
The moon as red as the blood he spills
That midnight demon,
In robes of night and eyes of blood
Haunts my dreams, my waking hours
And yet I lust for him,
Yearn for his chilling kiss.
I call to him each night, begging for release
On the moon of my 20th year,
He came to me, held me in death’s embrace
Gave me the sweet kiss of death,
His blood-red eyes shining with darkness
And voice as soft and as chilling as a winter breeze
He held me as I felt life slipping from my fingers
And whispered to me, blood on his lips,
“You wanted this, sweet winter flower…”
It was then, as I fell into an eternal slumber,
I knew who he was, this ebony demon with eyes of blood
The devil had visited me, and granted me that which I had wished