Alucard

I wait until the witching hour
Then traverse the moor
Climb the steps into your tower
Then knock upon the door

You welcome me into your bliss
Within your cold embrace
Administer that final kiss
And wrap me in midnight lace

Then you lay back in the dark
In this bleak December
Your tongue catches a drifting spark
From your fire's dying ember

The bell tolls as you shut your eyes
And your modesty encloses
That heady scent between your thighs
As you dream of blood and roses.