Black On Black

Her whole life was cast in shadow,
she always took second best,
power was what she craved for,
but it was out of reach,
so she called a demon of the night,
and took the black power summoned to flight.

Painting her nails with blood,
dressing in the colour of death,
she worships the night,
dancing on the threshold of evil,
harnessing the power of fire,
she licks her lips, tasting blood of desire. . .

The Victim

People try to imitate him,
turning out the light,
left in a world of darkness,
a world of nothing but the night,
laying down, waiting for sleep,
a sting quick to the throat,
cool liquid felt dripping,
drifting away on a hypnotic boat,
power humming through veins,
so sweet, so joyous,
tasting life and death,
come morning, only a dream remains. . .

The Pirotte

Crying out his name into night,
she cries tears of blood,
holding his black rose close,
she remembers the love they shared,
the blood-lust,
the blood-fulfilment,
she had willingly given her life essance,
everything seemed so perfect, so right.

Sitting at his grave,
hugging the cold stone,
she waits for him,
but he will never rise again,
destroyed by their kind,
blood laws broken,
her bone-china features fragile,
broken by her love, she falls to her grave. . .

Bite Me Not

Clutching the vervain flower tight,
she lays limp in his arms,
delicate as a rose,
he lays her down on his bed,
so angelic yet so demonic,
through blood stained lips---
she whispered her dying words,
"remember me this way"
closing her eyes,
he knew she was dead,
never to rise and walk,
he'd wait for her, wait for his soulmate,
together soon they'd rule the night. . .

Ancient Love, Ancient Blood

Doth thy loveth thee, like thee loveth thou?
Or doth thy loveth thee, like breath of life?
come hither and teacheth thou how to be like thee,
O lover cast by nigh, cometh to thy,
Arise from thou grave,
let thee taste thou blood,
thou can walk endless nigh with loveth of thee. . .