GRAVEYARD
BALL
They dance around the tombstones,the children of the night*
Playing hide-n-go seek between the shadows of the full moon
light*Their laughter echos through the graveyard*What beautiful
music they make,these barefoot fiends*The darkness is their
friend,they wouldn't have it any other way*When the night comes
it is their calling*Time to play amongst the wolf's cries*Time
to play,the living amongst the dead*The moon lights the way as
they dance around the graves*Celebrating living+life,death and
the dead in the house of the dead*The wind moans like the moans
of the dying followed by squeals of joy unlike the squeals of
pain seeping from the lips of the dead*Children of the night
squeal joyously dressed like the darkness*They just like to play
in the dark...Playing games in the dark-the children of the
night...
SHE'S
A
VAMP!
She comes alive after the sun goes down and the moon rises*
When the creatures of the night wake from their daylight
slumber she too rises from the ashes of the dusty coffin
she calls home*She looks wonderful dressed all in black,but
then who doesn't?She dances amongst the shadows of the night*
Her blood red lips match the color of her teeth on a good
night*She is both the hunter and the hunted playing a very
deadly game of hide-n-go seek-seeking her prey,her next victim*
She parties from dusk til dawn until the first rays of sun
appear*Then she disappears into the fog leaving no traces like
her brother the bat*Except for the corpses and the puddles of
blood from her midnight snack*She's just a little vamp all
dressed in black...Pretty little vampire!
THE
MASTER'S
SONG!!!
Your voice is like a melody*It sings to me in my dreams*
I hear it in my mind*Over and over it calls to me*And I
am there in an instant*"Do what I'm thinking...Say it."
it says.*You don't have to ask me twice-I will say any-
thing you want*Your accent echos in the bottom of my
heart*You are in my blood and it boils with a fever that
I never felt before*I would let you bite my neck every-
day of my life*I would kneel down and worship you*I
would call you my master*You could be my personal vampire*
Charming,mysterious,and utterly handsome-I could watch
you do the same thing everyday and not get bored*I've
studied your face a thousand times*And now as i see you
for the last time and one last smile,I won't forget you*
You've touched me deeply*And you make biting look fun...
I'll let you enter my house if you promise to bite me*
My master!My master is here!
BLOOD
RED!!!
The rose is blood red dripping on the ground*The color of
the blood that flows through my veins and is full of you*
The sky is crying tears*They taste salty as they fall on
my face,running down my cheeks,mingling with the tears that
I shed for you as I stand over your grave*My finger dripping
blood as I place the blood red drenched rose at my feet on
the ground that you call home*On the dirt that is now you*
My blood is all I can give you now as it seeps into the
ground from the red rose,the eternal symbol of love and the
one thing that killed you by holding you in your coffin
forever...Oh Dracula;how I loved You,my dark knight!
