The Vampire

Shall I tell you of the night It was long ago Late November and the snow Just about to fall And the moon was big and bright Cold and sharp and clear And the air was biting Softly, swiftly down the road Never made a sound Someone came from far away As I looked into his eyes No reflections came And I gave him bedding Oh my little rosary How I miss you so Never used you very well Now I never will I am farther from you now Than the two ends of eternity Now I do his bidding --- The Vampire - Buffy Sainte-Marie