Listen to your heart beating
You know that they can hear
You see them as a shadow; fleeting
They can smell your mortal fear
Is that the sound of the whispering wind
Or the sweet chorus of their voices?
The end on your path is around the last bend
They closely watch your final choices
Seemingly appearing from nowhere
Beatutiful creatures of the night
They draw close, their sweet scent on the air
Entrancing you with their gorgeous eyes, feel your fright
Flawless lips kiss your neck
You feel their breath upon your ear
Icy teeth sink into your tender flesh
You calmly meet your greatest fear
They embrace your body with their lovely charms
Sweet death places you into the grave
You part from their cold, deadly arms
On your face a sad, last smile is engraved
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May the moon softly restore you by night.