The Blood of the Claws

The sun slowly disappears, it fades into a mist of wonder

I hunger for the blood of a forbidden dawn, my lips want to drink from the river

And splash the coolness across my face, down my neck, into my lungs

I shall feel the claws of the bat, as I hear them in the caves, cold and crowded

Longing to become one, with the Dracula of darkness, with the master of death

My heart bleeds for his tongue, for his lust of breath, that will call my name

I shall hear the thunder of mountains, the whisper in the wind, it shall scream

As I am drug into the tomb of death, I shall become his queen, and we shall eat

The flesh of the rabbit, and share the taste of danger, with every shutter, I am in love

With a beast, that will never die, and I shall be by his side, a mistress of evil

Let me feel the cut, and I shall fly away into the shadowed moon, with my blood fed lover