Long dark shadows at the end of day.
Above him the mist hung overhead,
Then lowered, surrounded him, cold white dread.
He increased his pace along the track.
Around him grey turned into black.
As he reached the swamp he found the night
Illumined by an eerie light.
Beside a clump of reeds there stood,
Dressed in flowing cloak and hood,
A maiden fair with golden hair
Oh, beauty rare. Why was she there
In that dark wood?
Her face was pale, her cheeks were pink.
His feet advanced. He could not think.
His feet advanced, and then they danced
And music strange held him entranced.
And as he danced he realised
He saw the evil in her eyes.
His mind was blank. He tried to pray.
He knew he'd never see the day.
She held him with her lovely face.
She held him in a strong embrace.
Her lips that kissed him were like fire,
This succubus, this fair vampire.
This vampire may still be there.
So traveler please beware, take care.
When you walk through the wood at night
Or you may also face this plight.