I have yearned for tonight for so long,
In nights dark cloak I wait.
How can what we want be wrong?
When all we feel is love not hate.

Here within the stable block,
I nestled in the hay.
Whilst listening for the churchyard clock,
To chime the hours away.

I felt not fearful of the night,
Or anything within.
For he had given me clearer sight,
Of nature and her kin.

Though he was only a humble man,
And I a highborn lady.
We loved as no two others can,
For that was our sweet destiny.

Enter the wolf
Cruel staring eyes
Burning with hunger

Enter the lamb
Soft, supple flesh
The screaming victim

Why do men wonder?
What is so strange?
When lamb meets wolf the lamb comes willing
To be engulfed by carnivorous jaws
Why should the wolf deny that
Which its very nature demans

Do you understand?
Probably not
You are neither wolf nor lamb
But the stealthful lynx
Masterful and cunning

Children playing in the street
Killed by Tandem truck
Is it so shocking?

Somehow the night had passed--somehow in bitterness, in anguish. But it had passed.

Ernest's lips were parched and sleeplessness had left its trace in the black rings under the eyes, when the next morning he confronted Reginald in the studio.

May 15, 1996 (Lucia Newman / CNN) - Is it a mutant vampire? Is it an extra-terrestrial? Or is it simply a figment of someone's overactive imagination? The chupacabra defies definition, but several strange and unexplained incidents in Mexico are causing locals to believe the creature is more than just a myth.

*blinking her eyes open she feels as if she's had the worse blood hangover ever*

"Aiiiiiiigh! What the...*looks around*Well, Hello Demon, nice howdoyoudo huh?"

*rubs her head and sits up feeling woozy and trying to get her eyes to focus*

"Ven? is that you?" *squints* "Mercy Girl, you've been away awhile *smiles to her*Welcome back!"

*tries to stand and go to the bar for a little 'hair of the dog' but quickly sits again*