Dark Lover in a Camaro

Dark deeds unflawed by remorse
Nothing guilt touched nor sense
Murder of souls, deeded  to devils
Or minions of the underworld
Have nothing to it indeed
This is the tale that I will tell
Of such dark deeds as yet untold
The house at the top of the hill
Where two women fair used to dwell
A man did come and stay one day
O but what a handsome man was he
He wooed and won the hearts
Of both the maiden in a row
The eldest during the consummation
Was fed a sleeping potion
It made her sleep all night you see
The potion was strong  indeed
The younger he did lavish love
So fine and fun that she did scream
For more and more and many between
The leash off her maiden confine
She did enjoy
But when midnight came, he did transform
To a hideous beast he was
A cross of wolf, serpent and worm
He took her pleasure to the brim
Of madness with his expertise
He mated with her without and within
And in his pleasure he burst her in
Her seams all gone splattered on the wall
The gore and blood from her body
Drained on the floor with nothing to pick
A tired man he was when he transformed
And cleaned the floor of all the bloody trash
Next night the older woman woke
To an ardent lover all unrestrained
Lapping her up from head to toe
She was engulfed in passionate throes
Oh how she cried for more and more
Of the pleasure that went up and down
Her supple pretty body, so unclad
The owl did screech
The banshees scream
For when she reached her passion extreme
He turned to beast once again
And fed on her  with passionate ravenousness
That dawn did come with hollow light
The house on the hill was silent
A lone man drove away
Black clad in his silver Camaro
A smile on his face