Raped By The Night Poem by charlotte marie peachey

a vampire in the dark of night
slinks to my door in shade of light
beneath the blackened sky he peeks
through windows, unlocked door he sneaks
bedside covered with his form
black against black, and flesh is torn
blood sodden sheets, stained with deceit
no sign of him when i awake
but for his scent upon my sheet
frightened nights in succesion pass
jumping at every creak or groan
i wonder if he'll return once more
this prince of lust, to take his throne
and me, his victim last, not now
must fight against the rising tide
of fear, struggle to stay afloat
to make sure with this ebbing foam
that this is, indeed, his final ride.