Work Text:
Night approaches,
the lid is raised.
The one within
remains unfazed.
A hand appears
to help her out
of the coffin
to stir about.
Not alive,
nor is she dead,
her face is pale,
her lips are red.
Forced to stay
away from light:
become a Creature
of the Night.
"The blood is the life"
so says her lust.
So she drinks
with much disgust.
The full moon sets
so back she flies,
to her coffin
to rest her eyes.
Back to her coffin
she must run
to escape the rays
of the rising sun.
She lies down,
safe at last
and begins to dream
of her painful past.
No sleep by Dark,
no rest by Light.
So go the days of
a Creature of the Night.