Legend says that you must invite them in But, I should’ve known better. It was a simple mistake, Falling for the illusion of real frosting fake. Opening up, To let her sup with me, Taste my thoughts, Define my soul so intimately. While all the while I was ignorantly Dancing with she the devil, Her stripping fingers, getting into, at me. To the past musical beat, Of a count’s forbidden dance. My mind too blind, Tangled in trances of romance. Wherein we’d dance, Tango and Marengo into the swell of night The way very black darkness swings sweet moonlight Yet apparently, it wasn’t clear to me Because I thought she should’ve known Feelings like vines were grown And I might be turned, Into a lover whose heart branded and burned To one day return, Ask her for blood. How I never knew, She’d only disappoint. Flee; draw back into the shadows like the Vampire filled Disappearing after every drop of me was gone. And I alone, was convulsing on the floor Bleeding on her behalf, Thirsting for something, I couldn’t have.