The dark caresses, its safety surrounds
a warm cloak of night, its power abounds
it shields my being, my body and what I must do
I drink in your life, the essence of you
the strength that it gives is instant to see
my breathing is hard, you grow within me
the heartbeat ring and echo within my head
I live for the night, I am not the undead
In that moment of capture, of yielding delight
that moment, I spring and end futile flight
the second your soul I from you deprive
that instant I am so much more than alive
the power is within me, so much I could burst
your fluid does little to quench what I thirst
I possess you, I own you, you are what I crave
you obey what I order, my inferior slave
you assist as you must, you will is mine alone
you cannot protest, you are what I own
Invite me inside your locked wooden door
I'll cast out the myth, the legends I abhore;
the cross of the jesuit, the grains of the sand
the clove of the garlic, the heart of the lamb
nothing can stop me when I seek my fill
I return with avengence if you seek to kill
for I am immortal, my power without end
you I enslave but never befriend
Beg if you will to be as I am,
Bow down before me as low as you can
my birthright is not yours, nor a gift to give
you seek it so much, you so want to live
live not as a mortal, short life to grieve
a life you desire of length to achieve
the study of knowledge of ceremony
important, of course, but mean nothing to me
your study will not you immortal make
it will not give you the right to take
what is rightfully mine and of my kin
and have feelings which most consider a sin
Ceremony does little but focus the mind
your thoughts attract me and more of my kind
we seek out the believer, the one in the crowd
the one who does more than the rest are allowed
the one who seeks wisdom, knowledge and power
the one whose acts cause the others to cower
the true believer who knows what his destiny holds
whose life waits not while the future unfolds
To talk of death and destruction is wrong and a waste
you kill off your lifeblood, the very power that you taste
the dawn is not feared, its so welcome, a chance to rest...
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