and so she shared his bed.
But barren womb then bade his wrath
so he cast her down instead.
The silver tongue of broken dreams,
the soothing lure of trust,
The deceptive truth of angel's wings,
now burned to ashes and dust.
The light of day was laid to rest
when she fell into the night.
The moon's caress did welcom her
baptized her with new light.
The seas of glory in once she bathed
are long since dry and gone.
The holy purity of love
hidden ever by the dawn.
His seed within her bore a curse
a detestable birthright.
The curse destroyed all that was
and bound her to the night.
Now she walks among mankind
among the urban sprawl.
She feeds upon their blood and fear
and doesn't care at all.
