Casting shadows in the moonlight
alone and despairing
bearing the sorrow's of life upon the blowing winds
smells of carnage and blood
filtering all other senses out
wandering sluggishly into the night alone with thoughts of misery
fear developing as the moon turns bloody
living in a dream soaked in horror
the dead returned in glorious forms of death
with one figure rising high above all
an incarnation of beauty in the darkness
a black rose with thorns given to take the pain and break free
guiding me out of this nightmare
that has claimed my soul into a heavenly dream
colors turning alive and vibrant as vision shifts into insanity
this angel with black wings has arrived in the nick of time to spare my agony and release the burdens
that have plagued my dreams
taking me by the hand
leading me into mesmerizing eyes
where light and darkness rule as equals
unknown energies at work
marking the rise of the vampire in my heart