Carmilla

Her black shadow at the foot of your bedHer pure white dressyou can feel her on your breastYou can't stop herin the coils of her sweet spellYou can feel her she's soclose to your heartEvery night after tolling of last bellSilent coming languid, graceful into a tranceYou can't stop her, no, you can't talk, can't escapeNo more whispers. no more sorrow no more painCarmilla, comes to meMircalla, I want youCarmilla, she comes to youMircalla, I want your screamsNow I see you at the foot of my bedYour pure white dressis a one great scarlet stainI can't stop you in the coils of your sweet spellI can feel you, you're so close to my heartShe comes to bring the sorrowShe is like a cold embraceShe murmurs words of madnessShe comes to bring the death'You are mine, you shall be mine she says…”love will have its sacrifices..”'there's a coldness beyond her years,in her smiling endless melancholy,the refusal to afford you the least ray of light”You see her under the moon shadow,Standing near the feet of your bed,In her lacy white dressBathed, from her chin to her feet,In one great scarlet stain.She says again…'there's no sacrifice without blood”