Turn away from sanity. Kill your dreams.
Create a reality in which you are queen.
A sky of lavendar during the day.
Sleeping in catacombs your children stay.

At night a moon of violet rise,
course unseen across the skies.
Above your head a wonderous glow,
powers of flight and conjuration bestowed.

Children arise and roam the stead,
while visions of carnage dance in their head.
children of wild untamed beasts,
on blood, flesh, and humanity feast.

Flying through clouds of lust and rage,
your powers come to a higher stage.
You yearn for humans new to your realm,
to torture and engulf in a seering hell.

Finding a villager from a distant land,
acting so sweet you take his hand.
Leading him into the forest so dark.
Within his body you start a spark.

A spark of lust and passion burns.
Upon his neck your dark eyes turn.
Your fangs extend so sweet and slow.
Feelings of hunger begin to grow.

Playing a role of innocense.
Passion and lust mix with his scent.
Your hunger you can deny no more
Your fangs ache and become sore.

Entrancing him and taking a bite,
revert to a beast of anger and spite.
Rip out his throat, and drink your fill
leave his flesh, not a blood drop spilled.

Your children already smell the kill. 
With hunger they race to take their fill.
Home to your castle you return.
Into the catacombs till the night turns.

The sky is lightening with a quick pace. 
You take the stairs with much haste.
The sun above will turn you to ashe,
Like your family from the past.