The Draining

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." --- The Draining - Ancient