Vampyre’s Lament

As I waltz through this garden of infants,

Memories twist into blades before me

And cut out my eyes.

Despite the torment,

Satisfaction still lingers.

Sweetly bleeds the harvest moon.

I dance with the shadows.

This euphoria cannot last,

For the hunger returns with each new dusk.

Mother Nocturne,

I am her companion

And her slave.

To subdue the beast within,

I must destroy that which I once was

And can never be again.

How tragic that the deepest grief

Is that which allows me to live.

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