I brood alone in my airy roomPondering words perpetually present in mine ears....There's a music beating the rhythm of my own existenceAnd unto it I dance.......
Some nights, Enlightenment, angelic,Finds its way by my sideKindred Literature, or Inspired Thought or MusicOr Mortal play - No matterFor I adore the Searching Soul -And must a soul be ever-searchingTo find its way here.
The heart of the Vampyre is forever insatiableDo liken it to any form you may wish, Friend -For my ravings have many faces, and, as like,My love.
So open wide your inward sensibilities,And ride on the throes of whim - please do
Remember Me .......
Written in Blood~
~Spoken in Tongues