~ ~ Sun of the Morningfire ~ ~

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