Crimson treasure

He steals slowly through the nipping air
Gliding on the winds currents
On his nightly hunger flight

Searching for the flowing warmth he craves
That feeling of satisfaction
The hunt for his prey goes on

He sees a fair maiden outlined in the glow of the fire
He crouches in the shadows awaiting the darkness he needs
As the light dims so does her chance of escape

He slips into the silent house
Creeping eagerly to his crimson treasure
Knowing that it is within his grasp

He enters the quiet room without a sound being made
Lifting her fragile hand
Stroking it softly to comfort her disturbance

He bends down with hot, tense breath
Sinking his teeth ever so gently into her porcelain skin
Feeling his triumph reign

He leaves as if he had never been
Adding another victim to his list
Claiming another to the people of the night

He goes back to his fortress
Into the damp and cob webs
His palace of solitude

He climbs the stone steps
Plotting for the next night
When he shall return to fetch his damsel

As he returns to his slumber
The sun begins to rise
The rays seeping through the cracks in the stone

She arises feeling a strange satisfaction
A little weak perhaps but fine
She strokes her neck and feels a strange mission in her soul

She lies back down for the day
Pleading that she just feels tired
Knowing somehow,somewhere, someone awaits her in the night