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To be a Vampyre

©2008 by DEATH

 

Arise to seach the night 

against the rising of her palace 

to free the spirit in a breath of motion

one with the echos

seeping into shadows path at once there, everywhere

the currents carry our pulse to her calling.

Sweeping the darkside for the comfort she brings

Reeping, sowing, the bloodlines Flowing

To drink in the moonlight

Our senses rising in the blackness no stranger, 

a friend, guiding 

the scent of terror, repentance, acceptance

Mortals anguish, languishing in the glow of fear

One final gasp their breath no more

The pleasure absorbing, corsing in our veins

The sun sleeps as we play among the dying

Always, timeless, stalking the depraved

their weaknesses our map to feasting

Striking at the soul with razor precision

Limp and still their energy traded 

The dance of death in their eyes

A return to the hollow

Satisfied

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Mon, 01/07/2008 - 01:58

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