In the bleakness of dusk I travel and traverse

With an expression that resembles a curse

Under the guise of shadow the depraved are coerced

While I write in blood my proposed verse.

In gothic splendor the nobles all mingle

Reveling in wine, dance, and song

Before my eyes, a radiant star twinkled

Beckoning my heart to benevolently succumb.

I spoke to this star, so glistening and fair

With a face so sculptured with bountiful perfection

Free and loose was her long vermillion hair

As her turquoise eyes sparkled for my affection.

She beckoned me to come with her in the frivolous night

Fearless of the terrors that pruriently lurk

We entered the pitch darkness, free from sight

And the star turned to meet my gaze with an unchasted smirk.

She embraced me with arms of frost and stone

Her fangs sunk deep into my pompous throat

An icy pain struck me as I recoil and moan

"What an artist shall I die," from Nero I quote.

Surrounded by candles I silently woke

In a bed tattered with petals of roses

The red-haired nightspawn stood before me in her cloak

Such affection and fear from me she imposes.

"Upon the brink of death thou lie before me,

But for the love I bear hath granted thee a chance

Dance with me 'neath the moonlight for eternity

For in the Reaper's cold hands thou shalt mournfully dance."

Blinded by love I accepted her offer

She mounted me with her mouth drenched in blood

"I pray that thou won't be such a bother."

Tasting her lips as we hovered like a dove.

I lay like a course 'neath the Night Walker's force

Slowly meeting my fated demise

A dweller of night so terribly perforce

Prepared to witness my final sunrise.

My body was dying, a body once so ill-begotten

The lack star carried me to our lair of slumber

She opened a grand and luxurious coffin

And we slept in our arms as dusk was torn asunder.

Through blood and seduction we roam and glide

By the holy and superstitious we were fiercely loathed

My star shone in this newly-formed night

A scarlet-haired lover I now call my betrothed.

Embedded in blood art my words

That chirps like the morning birds

Replaced by ravens so carrion and perse

As I damn my betrothed for this virulent curse.