beyond the cemitary gates
beyond the concret angels
sits a young woman
alone and afraid
she sits ther day after day
alone in her misery
abandoned by her friends
she has no one to turn to
in this time of darkness
lost and forgotten
she sits there
thinking of the past
what use to be
and what might have been
she sits there
crying in the darkness
shakeing in fear
as a dark figure approches her
pale skin,
bright blue eyes,
long jet black hair,
he was clad to match the night
he spoke to her softly
"do not be afraid my child
for i am the whispers
of the night,
the eyes that are always watching,
the man whos in your dreams.
i have come to take you from your misery
save you from your dispair.
take my hand
and welcome the night."
 he pulls her to her feet
and holds her gently
as he whispers
" im going to take you pain away."
she feels a slight pinch
as her head grows heavy
as he dranks from her
tommorrow she will wake
a creature of the night
forever in the arms
of her morbid beauty