The Draining

Ancient

How deep is your sleep?
That I may not interrupt your turbulent dreams?
Disrupting the sanity of slumber,
The vile and wretched creature
From the astral realm stands right before you
Purple mist slips through the window crack, hovering above your miserable shape
"What turmoil spoils my evening bliss?"
A turmoil savor permeates your nostrils

Fright upon awakening
Your frigid cast paralyzed and spellbound
Fiery eyes piercing through your alarmed soul,
As ethereal tentacles penetrate the energy shield

It's the draining, it's the draining, draining, draining

How does it feel to be drained so feverishly?
Fear carries a rather exquisite taste
I only take as much to leave you terrified
My victims Shall become my bounded disciples

"As the satiated vapor disappears from sight, know that I may come again
Some other dreary night."