Bela

Do you know me I think you do From my tomb I rise each night My bone-dry lips Long for you I feed on humans My mortuary Freshly brewed As I play with you Is a gruesome sight I'm never caught In the dead of night And I'm never seen As I crease the sky With the blackest wings The crack of dawn I know that I must end my feast Until the next moonbeam glowsSends a chill through me Into the dust I must go