Felix Kreutzer - Ruins of a Gothic chapel at full moon night (19th century)
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The Vampire Within


I was born this way,

Mortal yet not,

With a soul from beyond

Which in daylight cries;

But at night sweet music makes.


At the back of my mind, a whisper

Whose addiction continues undying,

Of things beyond the flesh

Seen only in the gaze of an eye,

Whose window must terrify my own

As I dream of what may await me.


Ever I persist, on this quest

For the black to my white

That yearns to be absorbed, contained,

By one whose wings can challenge my own

And to a place carry me,

That for you is Hel,

But me…





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