Watching the sky through my window, cloud cover dark and grey
No bright sun shone this morning and rain came down all day;
but now a slash bisects the veil, the moon peeks glinting through,
reflecting from the dew wet grass with a shimmering silver hue

While flapping madly overhead a black bat claims the night
and a wolf-howl keening to the night stirs a nightjar into flight
Above the trees a tower looms, a shadow in the dark
where an age-old presence stirs in sleep, his bloodlust wakening stark.

I see a bright star in the rent beside the moon’s bright glow
and I feel a terror in my breast pulsing deep and slow.
For it is I who am the target, the object of the beast
The one who visits in the night to make of me a feast.

This age-old terror of the night has bound me in his thrall.
Though I resist, his will is strong and I answer to his call.
I know I have no future unless one bound in death
but I will fight this monster of the night until my dying breath

He comes now through the casement and circles round the bed
seeking out the essence of my lifeblood, warm and red.
My struggles are but nothing against this ancient power.
My impotence increases as my soul he seeks to scour.

At last all strength deserts me and I sink into the gloom,
the fetid pool of nothingness; the ocean of my doom.
I know this world is not for me for all that I can see
is a future without ending, an evil immortality.