Thursday, September 30, 2004

Vampyre hidden in the night,
Darkling witch of pure delight,
Eyes of glowing hematite,
Watching, waiting prey in sight.

Mortals fear what they don’t know
Imaginings worse with fright do grow
Crackling air, wings of a crow
Blood is spilt upon the snow.

Come to me, my darkling one.
The shadows we will shun.
Sunlight will be feared by none,
Who walk when magick spells are spun.

Let the magick’s unseen force
Join our paths into one course
Between us grows the source
Of love’s immortal code in morse.


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