Lonely rhythms lose their rhyme
Depths of love never abate
Passion of ages lost to time.
Ages of dust, decay and despair
Marble and iron, stone and sand
Silhouette who walks on air
Hunting for the blood of man.
Lithe in form I watched you prowl
Anachronistic cut of cloth
Mysteries hidden by night's own cowl
You were flame - I a moth.
Darkfire hair, emerald eyes
Black rose petal with a final tear
Celtic symbols, dreamy sighs
Night flower scent with thorns to fear.
Three and one fourth centuries
Living in shadow, fearing light
You brought me easily to my knees
Captured by your alluring sight.
Thirst and hunger, passion and need
Lonely hearts know no lies
Tilted your head, prepared to feed
But then looked into my eyes.
I know not what there you found
Still stare, cold but deep
But to you now I am ever bound
My heart is ever yours to keep.
- Your Darling Servant
