In absolute silence at the top of the hill they dwell.
A houseful of memories, hidden from hell.
The dark rider upon the steel steed, creates more images on which to feed.
Walks up to the door, screams at the *****.
He is familiar, oh so familiar.

She does not listen,  cos she's too busy kissing.
Drooling over his tightened neck.
She's feeding again.
They see it daily.
Hiding tight lipped.
Just take it all in.
Pure violence and viciousness, flow throw her skin.

The papers said the hills had eyes.
They don't.
The fabric of cruelty is trapped in her bricks.
They think her so precious when she's out on the lurk.
She's hunting for victims, as part of her work.
An enchantress, a dream maker perhaps.
On the hunt for mortal chaps.
She is the lady, the vampire queen.
Demonic darkness, by mortals unseen.

Your lover left unexpectedly.
You know not where he went.
He was hell bent on fantasy.
She was blessed with beautiful allure and a get  anything she wants kind of face.
They've seen it all, they're just bricks in the wall.
They say nothing, nothing at all!
(c) Livvi