Waking with a burning thirst,
The Moon above, my guiding light.
Was this a gift, or a damning curse?
How will I fare in eternal night?
The air is cold, the night is still.
Awakened now, there's something more.
Thrumming heartbeat, stronger will.
A screaming urge within my core.
A candle performs a flickering dance,
Your sleeping form and steady breath,
Lust for blood becomes a trance,
Curse you, too—or grant you death?
Razor fangs penetrate smooth skin,
Sanguine viscosity warrants greed;
Hellish existence tainted with sin.
From mortal bindings, I was freed.
Salty sweet crimson delight,
So tantalizing; should I feel remorse?
I know it's wrong, but it feels so right.
Desire, no; need for your Life force...
Your heart goes silent, your cries subside.
Can I live with myself for this heinous crime?
Must I chastise myself? Can I still walk with pride?
With this rebirth, perhaps I'm sublime.
Stronger, faster—immortal; a god?
Fatal, luxurious—a charmer; a king?
So the price of survival is the life of a sod.
Child of Night? I'm an ethereal being.
No Earthly limitations, dilemmas, restrictions.
Proud and undaunting; free to roam.
No need to worry of illness or afflictions.
Darkness, darkness, welcome me home.
