| It is a night of ethereal pain,
a song of dark desire,
wolves vent their loneliness.
The thirsting one awakes.
Curling wisps of death,
shrouds her pale form,
an eternal desire.
Her raven hair cascades over,
translucent ivory shoulders,
and her full deep crimson lips part slightly,
to taste the red tears streaming from the pale flesh beneath her.
Now a night of ecstasy,
I thirst. |
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The night was black, the time was right,
The shadows soon outnumbered the light.
The crimson sun set long ago,
And the brilliant moon was soon to show.
I watched the play of shadows on a wall,
The wind reminded me of fall-
It twirled and twisted all around
Trying to lift me off the ground.
And then I was no longer alone
For in a shadows a figure was shown,
To be standing, waiting for me
Under the old, knarled oak tree.
He stood in silence, taking his time-
It didn't bother him if he wasted mine.
Gracefully I joined him there,
Soon we were waltzing in the air.
A deadly orchestra began to play,
The ballroom was a short distance away;
Strains of violins reached my ears,
And in his arms I banished my fears.
But finally the dawn did come
Ending this wonderful night of fun.
But before he left, to me he gave
A bite, before returning to his grave.
I love my vampyre, yes 'tis true-
And I know my vampyre loves me too.
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Come my dear, the night has come
The dead men are waiting in vain
As they rot in solitude, in their pain
They await for adoption you will have to lay.
Let us go.
Flesh mingling with the scent of decay
Eternal dry sweet taste to be savoured,
Sharpened bloody teeth to hardly sever,
To wake up is nevertheless to suffer.
Obtain satisfaction, dear.
Let us execute without fear.
Let them disappear.
Let us do our art.
Let us go
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