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Vampyrs Lament
In twilight's embrace,
my soul doth wane,
Beneath the bane of eternal thirst,
A shadowed existence,
a cursed refrain,
Where moonlight's dance
is a haunting verse.
Within these veins,
a dormant fire,
A hunger deep,
consuming desire,
To drink the essence,
crimson and rare,
And feel alive
in the cold night air.
But cursed am I,
by fate's cruel decree,
A creature damned,
from humanity set free,
In shadows dwelled,
forever unseen,
A solitary figure,
in realms between.
Oh, how I long
for the touch of dawn,
To break this spell
that I am drawn,
To find redemption
in the morning light,
And end this eternal,
endless night.
Yet as the ages
pass me by,
I am bound to darkness,
I can't deny,
A tragic figure,
condemned to roam,
In search of solace,
in this endless home.
So here I stand,
a mournful wraith,
Caught in the throes
of immortal faith,
To wander silently,
forevermore,
A Vampyr's lament,
to the core.
© Brian C. Jobe
my soul doth wane,
Beneath the bane of eternal thirst,
A shadowed existence,
a cursed refrain,
Where moonlight's dance
is a haunting verse.
Within these veins,
a dormant fire,
A hunger deep,
consuming desire,
To drink the essence,
crimson and rare,
And feel alive
in the cold night air.
But cursed am I,
by fate's cruel decree,
A creature damned,
from humanity set free,
In shadows dwelled,
forever unseen,
A solitary figure,
in realms between.
Oh, how I long
for the touch of dawn,
To break this spell
that I am drawn,
To find redemption
in the morning light,
And end this eternal,
endless night.
Yet as the ages
pass me by,
I am bound to darkness,
I can't deny,
A tragic figure,
condemned to roam,
In search of solace,
in this endless home.
So here I stand,
a mournful wraith,
Caught in the throes
of immortal faith,
To wander silently,
forevermore,
A Vampyr's lament,
to the core.
© Brian C. Jobe
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