The Gift

Shadows drawn around like wings,
Pull me deep into the dark,
Where I watch, and wait.
Silent and fast,
They never know I’m there,
Until a breath is felt
Upon warm cheeks.
“I’ll grant you a gift,
I’ll let you die tonight…
As I cannot.
Tell the devil I sent you,
He and I are friends…”
My whispers follow the blood,
And I drink.