Perfidious eyes in shadow forsake me,
I Shun celestial dawn,
Tainted by thine fatal kiss,
It persuades me, unhallowed,
Laid on a bed of stone in mire,
Impurity enthralling the beast within,
Thirst takes on new desire,
Crescent moon heightens new sin.
Arisen from ash and roses in wilt,
Breath takes its leave, one last exhale.
Not a single drop of pure blood is spilt,
New ravenous urge as my old self fails.
I lay dead yet awake,
My eyes open for this first time,
A feeling like no other enslaves me.
No creature can evade me,
The world in wait is mine.
Copyright © simon bromley | Year Posted 2018