She Dances Under Stars

She dances under stars 'Cause that's the place to be When black is the color And blood is the need That makes existing in a way Nor live nor dead Acceptable in its finality Agreeable in its purity Apocalyptic in its power Abject in its submission. The stars fill the night and do not judge For they are just the lamplights of eternity Scattered through the empty attic Everything stumbles through And she just waits, dancing in her corner For some hapless mortal groping through the dark To fall into her arms, that she may feed And draw his life to her as only her kind may "The Blood is the Life", how true, how true - So dance and draw it home To one who appreciates it. The stars will never judge For they are the sparks of a fire Whose tender has long since turned away; So dance whenever black is the color And blood the need; Night's children know the truth: Be true to what you are; Apologies are for sycophants - Triumph is for those who know themselves.