Loyal friend in black plumed garb
flies at mistress's command.
Eyes of onyx peering fast
into night's veiled emptiness.
Long before the sun's rebirth
issues in the break of dawn
on he flies with fevered speed
until that chosen one he finds.
Through the alleys cold and damp
over buildings towering tall
above the streets of pale lamp light
he searches on for she alone.
Until at last he spies the one
she'll use to quench her lustful thirst
and spill his blood in deathly feast
renewed, fulfilled, but wanting more.
And then tomorrow when sun sets
he'll fly once more at Lady's will
to find the life that she'll consume
when radiant day becomes the night.
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