Pools of crimson lace and lore
Puddled on a moonlit floor.
Pitty-Kitty comes through the door
Where bleeding damsel lay.
Red footprints made by prancing paw.
Unlatched her feline jabbing jaw.
She hangs her tongue and dips her claw.
'Pon ruby nectar dines.
More and more she sups red milk
Tastes of lead yet soft as silk
A sudden change from feline ilk
She breathes a soulful sigh.
Drawn towards the eve’s moonlight
She bounds up to the window’s height
Gleams in gooey girl’s delight
The damsel lives again.