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Peering over the crest, the moon greets the land

Heralding the night, dictating vampiric commands

Silver rays of light reflect upon the pond

Centuries of black magic culminates a bond

Between love and night, dormant desires unbound

The horizon swallows the sun, my heart begins to pound

The omen of the waxing moon

A silk shroud envelopes my identity

I will worship the lunar orbs serenity

The moons gentle caress grants me eternal life

I present as middle aged, but I'm 439

I curse the final wisps of sun as twilight paints the sky

I jolt out of my dormancy, my vengeance fueled by night

The omen of the waxing moon

The omen of the waxing moon, predates all history

Obsessed with lore inked in blood and shrouded mystery

I suck my supper from supple skin infliction of misery

I'm am the true incarnation of vampirism and witchery

I glance up at the sky the moon is red

Imbibe the blood innocents in their beds

Foreboding presence im the spawn of dread

I bade the moon farewell as I wept