Nocturnum

Nocturnum We lie beneath the slowly waning moon, Her sharp shape emerging like a fine fang, Metamorphosed from the bright afternoon And now -- upon a thread, the night does hang. Our deepest, darkest desires are revealed -- They are vampires -- hellish creatures of night Like Satan within Lucifer concealed He was said to be quite a pretty sight. Let not the purging light of day within Your lace curtains and silk bed sheets of sin To mar your moonlit skin, your pallid skin. This bed welcomes our death like a coffin. Is it not a fair sentence for our crime? Lasting ‘til the bittersweet end of time.