Vampyre

in the depth of your prayer
he comes to you now
to feast on the livid
red liquid you bring

in his scarlet-lined cloak
of most terminal black
he breathes through the mist
to the side of your bed

with deathly cold fingers
he traces your breast
draws the curtain of hair
to reveal your soft flesh

with eye-teeth like needles
he pierces the skin
and drains the warm fluid
from the wounds in your neck

he feels you fall limp
in his arms as you bleed
your life you relinquish

submit to his need