In your darkest dreams There comes a voice Singing sweetly in the night Pale white fingers caress your face Whispering voice to soothe your fears Dressed in shadows she comes With promises of eternal love In blackness she hides with wicked grin Glinting fangs ready to sink in Ready to drink your crimson lust To take you deep within While plunging in to carnal sin
Grab those side-irons, saddle up and join former Civil War sharpshooter Luther Henry for a ride into pure terror, western-style…think ‘Wild Wild West’ meets ‘The X-Files’.
~Nikki~