The raven darkness of the night, When goddess moon and stars shine bright, My leather demon-wings take flight, My hellish eyes shine blood red.
Feel the blood lust, search for prey, In soft covers my victim stays, Dreaming of sunlight and of day, I lay down softly in her bed.
My icy breath makes her wake, Such a meal her blood will make, As I bite she screams and shakes, In a short minute she is dead.
I descend, now, into the dark, Walls of my coffin made of bark, I touch my neck and feel the mark, Of where a vampire once fed.
This gift is nothing but a curse, Forgetting death, there’s one thing worse, I’ll never ride in the black hearse, My dreams of heaven turned to lead.
And as I rise up once again, I feel the acid, poison rain, Accept an eternity of pain, My porcelain fangs shine blood red.
Morgana The Heartless · Wed May 23, 2007 @ 01:23am · 0 Comments |