SON OF THE TWILIGHT
His life is like a wicked dream
As blood-thick as a gory stream
At midnight you may hear him weep
For he's awake when people sleep
His saddened soul will always be
A prisoner of eternity
He doesn't know a gracious god
His only need is your sweet blood
Every cold and gloomy night
There is no one to hold him tight
Because of being all alone
His frozen heart has turned to stone
He's not alive, thus he can't die
His sore eyes are too cold to cry
He'll kiss the virgins one by one
But when they wake up he'll be gone
And when the dawn spreads golden light
He disappears so full of fright
But yet, before his heart will crack
The daylight dies and he'll be back...
written in springtime 2000...
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