Carmilla

That blossoming, heady evening in June
To sweetly die in the Karnstein tomb --
And in the sanguine cadences of her perfume
Laura, bewitched underneath the moon.

Would you like to live forever, my dear?
I can smell your maiden's fear...
But let that fear disappear
Scarlet blood and blissful tears.

Ivory fangs and dark hair so fine
Her bittersweet blood like crimson wine
The vampire's words lingered in her mind
Laura, you will always be mine...