"Tears of the Black Rose" by M. B. Savchovska

Darkest night, and I arrive
On the window of your home.
Tranquilly in sleep you dive.
Better for you do not know me
As you sleep here all alone.

Have you seen me hanged on the ceiling?
Have you spot my eyes to gleam in dark?
Don’t you know that I love killing
Those like you? So do beware
Next time when you walk the park,
And hear the bats, they squal in dread –
Even terror fears me.
But when they run, then late you’ll be:
I’ve come so know that you’ll be dead.

Black wings of evil spread at night
While I fly a child of gloom –
Loner of darkness, mystery holding me tight
Until I fly to you falling like doom.

You don’t have time to yell a scream
As my fangs pierce your vein.
In moment you’re dead lying drain’,
And no sign of me – I was only a bad dream.

Reign at night, but hide, my bros
When sunlight spills its death for us.
Silver bullet, sign of cross....
Redeem me, oh, thou blackened rose –
My disguise from endless curse:
Light of day for us is wrong.
Hold your lust, it won’t be long.

Do you know, my friend that stare
Through the window of your home
In my eyes while sun still share
His last kiss, what do I feel
While in nights for blood I roam?
Do you ask yourself, my dear?
Spot that single ruby tear!

Lonely night will fall again,
Now I must go until the sun.
Thanks for sharing of my pain,
For like all you didn’t run.
When I tell you the next morn
Of the men I killed tonight
Call me once again “Forlorn!”,
Show me somehow I am right.

But again, do not you forget –
My soul can never share a friend.
Known it I have since we met –
Your head someday I will bend.

Stare me now, my eyes glow bright
As I approach in my true look.
Can you spot, love, in the night
The blood tears that run down my face
To cover just another fall-from-grace?

And again I fly like thousand nights before,
I seek for you, do lock your door!
Never you will see my tears –
I forgot all feels and fears.
Though the last drops still are set
Dried and scarlet on my lids,
What you will hear’s only “Death!”
Whispered from my crimson lips.

And if the moon tonight turns red,
Hear my wings and cape of black,
Spot the grey dust, feel my breath,
And then know – I’m on your back.

Behold the moon! Now bright it wax’d
Among the stars too blunt and bare.
Something evil creeps the dark,
So be aware as you walk the park,
Beware, ‘cause you shall be next!