Fang

Stygian shades wrap cruel fingers round my mind

malignant echoes heralding my doom

the howling of the children of the night

A bitter wind breathes hard among the trees

A roaring silence follows as I wind

down into the void of unwise sleep

A shadow stirring darkly in my room

A pressure weighing hard upon my chest

Warm breath that tingles moist upon my neck

I feel her presence as she feeds her need

Proximity, attention must be pressed

Demands that no devices can deflect

The monster that brings terror to my dreams

does not diminish with the morning light

Awake, afraid, distressed and drained I rise

She licks her lips, I hear her clicking tongue

as moisture glistens on her sharp white teeth

Red light of triumph flickers in her eyes