Oh, how the night calls, velvet and deep, Where shadows awaken and mortals sleep. A hunger stirs, a crimson fire, An ancient curse, my dark desire. Fangs that glint like moonlit blades, Eyes that pierce through mortal shades. Their whispers dance, a haunting hymn, A deadly charm, both cold and grim. I crave the life that death bestows, The endless dusk, where no sun glows. To feel their kiss, so sharp, so sweet, A lover’s bite, a heart’s defeat. Immortal lords of night’s domain, Their beauty fierce, their power vain. I’d trade my soul, I’d bear the pain, To walk forever in their reign. Oh, cursed ones, I long to be, Bound to darkness, wild and free. A pale reflection, a moonlit breath, Obsessed with life beyond all death. -ovi-.