| In the arms of the flowing sea, in deep blue darkness, now, I live And though your dreams are calling me I have no pleasure more to give. A deep, resounding sound I hear - a reminder of the way I fell, And deep within my soul I fear The sound of that forsaken bell. Uncanny mistress in my arms, hair and form so sinuous, You're not without arousing charms (delightfully libidinous) And yet somehow I sense within; you hunger for a deeper part. Though your elfin form I win I cannot hope to win your heart. In mortal danger here I lie, Your midnight bed I share, But to feed your thirst, I'll die and leave my body there. Your flashing teeth sink in my neck, you strike without a warning, And leave me there, a husk, a wreck without a word of mourning. And when my life's blood you have had, you leave to find another. You're eerie, yes, and are quite mad: a genuine demon lover. |