Alone I stand, silently, a sentinel of the sinister night.

Goodbye my lovely, robed in silk, lowered beyond my sight.

We may be parted but still I crave the scented necks so bare.

I’ll savor the blood and keep it safe; you will always find it there.

Remember our shadows, puppets of the sky, attached with radiant fingers.

The air is cool and we silently stalk for anyone who often lingers.

I will be careful and not be seen by mortals while they search. 

Quiet lakes and polished surfaces are hidden from my perch.

The dank and pungent smells are the decaying autumn evenings.

A blackened cloak will soon return with a gift from soulless beings.

The time will come, when again, you show yourself to me.

Together we live and never shall die, ruling for eternity.