Now I watch you go to sleep,
Your soul, as it is, is mine to reap.
If you should die before you wake,
Know in your heart that you were mine to take.
Though you think you're safe from harm,
I'm so close; you should be alarmed.
The breath escapes your lips so fine,
Soon, you will be smelling mine.
I don't slash or gnash; I sometimes rip,
But it's your blood that I will sip.
I hear you roll while in your dreams,
Beneath I wait; ages it seems.
Finally, when I arise,
You'll never again open your eyes.
Frenchie about 10 years ago
Nice one :)