A cold dark night
A pale moon rising,
The bat she leaves the belfry
The vampire's on the wing.
Her bright eyes are red lightning
She rides the sky like thunder,
The yearning is upon her
She seeks to slake her hunger.
Her preternatural hearing
Captures sounds from far below,
A young thief alone is walking,
Her urge begins to grow.
Landing, she takes human form
Concealed behind a tree,
Classidia's the beauty all in black
With skin like ivory.
Her fluidity of movement,
Brings her within his sight,
An enchantress of such promise,
A Dark Angel of the night.
He moves towards her willingly,
With only passion in his eyes;
But the depths of hers shows hunger,
And she soon will take her prize.
Classidia chokes back her thirst
As she knows she must delay,
For only when the time is right
Can she dare to strike her prey.
Bewitching and beguiling,
With beauty like a rose bud,
She draws him in so carefully,
For fear would spoil his blood.
Provocatively, she throws back her cape,
In the ultimate temptation;
Her curvaceous form revealed now,
Ensures he's lost to her flirtation.
One more step, they now embrace
With a passion she is not faking,
But his blood is coursing free now
And is ripened for the taking.
One last kiss, a last goodbye,
But he leaves behind no wife,
For the Dark Angel is most careful,
In the taking of a life.
Her tongue flicks out, across her lips
To capture the last taste,
For this lifeblood will not last her long,
And there's none that she can waste.
The inner glow she feels now,
Is but a short respite;
And the curse goes on forever,
For The Dark Angel of the night.