This young man,

he dozed in the hay,

Until she came up

and took him away...

He wept for mercy,

her hunger a flood,

his life dripped away,

as she drank the blood...

one amongst many,

far from the first,

just another means,

to quench her thirst...

made of flesh,

heartbeat without soul,

curse upon man,

many deaths untold...

... beware Sylphia