Creature of the Night

It was a chance encounter with him
That delivered me from this life
To a life of dark power and eternity
And the ability to cut without a knife

I was walking a lonely road
To the only place I called home
And he was there
Waiting, watching

He knew my name
I knew not how
He called out to me
I had to bow

His voice was all silken
His face divine
His eyes were red
His touch benign

He bent down as if to embrace
But my blood trotting pulse was what held his gaze
He bowed and kissed my neck
Purer than life, it was a kiss of death

He drank my blood
And left me cold
Yet my silent cry
Perhaps stirred his soul

He returned back
Fighting a rift
To give me what he called
The Devil's Gift

Now I am the Night's Creature
It's me who prowls at midnight
Not dead yet nor living anymore
Yearning for some sunlight