• Swift, a night, a short span of time,
    Dark, priceless, movement gone unnoticed.
    A call of hunger, growls and laughs,
    The hunt for our bloodlust thirst.
    Silent after all, yet close in prey,
    Watching all for a weakened state.
    Together we stand, taking it all,
    A fight that will never be lost.
    Whispers of the moon, touching our skin,
    Showing the pale, dark truth.
    We are different but the same,
    Linked like opposites of dark and light.
    A feast we have upon new flesh,
    Tasting our desiring passion.
    Pleasure within the lips of another,
    Eyes so dark, hell live upon them.
    Time is short and never to be seen,
    Sun finally drawing at its peaks.
    A sorrowful depart, never touching again,
    Dawn draws us apart, forever walking alone.
    Silence calms the wakeful morning,
    Life unaware of its dark past.
    Love we have, together we will never be,
    Days forever separate, night forever lonely.
    A smell of the night drifts in every so often,
    That sharp smile of the blood still on my lips.
    Our sun may be high now,
    But it will end and the hunt will begin again.