We were victims none the less
Collected souls of circumstance

Gathered within darkness

Of dismal existence




Alone without a voice but with thoughts

We hear the sounds outside these walls

The eerie moaning haunts

When the evil beckoning, calls




An eternity spent with the wisps of death

Steam rises from the oozing blood

Screams in the night now ceased breath

Eternal kiss across swollen cusp




Quickening of fiery luminescence

Rage inside the vampire

A celebration of a new souls presence

We dance in the sun of the morningfire