Appearing in the darkest night,

       your sinuous  limbs cling to tall trees,

and bring each victim to their knees.

        Why do you always come to feed...

Inside each deep and desperate dream?

        Your eyes are swollen like a moon,

that glimmers with a hideous light,

        each shadowy shred destroys all life.

And lips are parted red, with woe,

        they speak in haunting voices low,

" Please leave me now, please go away!"

        but, Emily, you always stay,

And stay... to partake of the feast,

        where souls dwell with unholy grief,

Someday they'll wake, but you hold tight,

        and leave your victims deadly white.