Bedridden, worn, struggling with pain,

Often catatonic, comatose, a sad sight,

Consultants attended, labour in vain,

The last Doctor left for the night, A stranger entered, he had been slain, Eras ago, His deathly pallor caused fright.

From her sleep she awoke with a fright,

Unable to move due to terrible pain,

Open drapes allowed in the moonlit night,

Her pale lips parted to scream, in vain, On closer scrutiny he was a virile sight, Reborn to the underworld after he was slain.

By a comely nocturnal creature, he was slain,

Lust drove him into her arms without fright,

In a moment his throat seized with intense pain,

Awakened as a shape shifter of the night, Crushingly dashing, stylish and cruelly vain, He forced the ill-fated monster from his sight.

But the sweet one returned to his forbidden sight,

Ire filled his dreadful soul and she was slain,

Immortal being destroyed in a stupefied fright,

The stake was driven callously in causing Pain, Blood poured, body burnt, ashes vanished into night, Her love for him unrequited all was done in vain.

Standing now before his true love, a being so vain,

Courteously planning to use his hypnotic sight,

And immortal gift to relieve her forever of pain,

His beckoning eyes offered solace removing fright, Knowing by morning she too would be bitten and slain,

Arising to be his consort interminable this night.

His fangs protrude, grim creature of the night,

The household is drugged, she screams in vain,

As he bares down on her throat, she loses sight,

Swooning as he sucks, knowing she too is slain, Her struggling stops, to her he is no fright, The angelic creature that took away her pain.

No more pain, her day is now night,

Reborn a glorious sight, no medication in vain, Pleased to be slain, but to Day-Walkers she is the night fright.