Eerie night, no company in sight,
What a place, oh so quiet.
No moon in the sky, chilly winds all through,
It’s on nights like these that myths come true.
She came to him in the middle of the night,
Pounced upon him and gave a hard cold bite.
Pain shot up and sprang through his veins,
Drummed in his ears a thousand mighty trains.
Bitter was the truth, harsher than a knife,
He was tethered to her for life.
Written for Sammi’s Weekend Writing Prompt
Writing for a prompt is so fun!