Now to drink a toast in Vampire Wine
And essay a parody in black;
We are souls in mourning,
Celebrating the fact.
Palest creatures hide the hottest fires.
Noon and midnight coincide in us,
Who cast such distorted shadows.
In darkness is my bliss, my strength.
The whole world’s damage I feel
In the back of my head, in my fingers...
All the ages of human history
Glower in my dark attire.
Cathedral-builders and world-destroyers
Are kindred in my blood.
We are silent watchers,
Drawn to the ruins.
A rosary of skulls for you, my love.
Killers can be gentle
And every saint is a whore.
Delicious heresy incites you
To discoveries and misadventures.
Your black-gloved hands
Tend salamander secrets.
Whispers and conspiracies
Are your angels of demise.
Reverberations of a churchyard bell
Summon the tribe of Morpheus
To celebrate the gypsy blood-wedding
Of time and man.
Dark fairies and fey occasions
Escort you to your bed.
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