Penitent
At Feasts Full Of Warm Blood
Good and high.
The sky darkened. The sweet blood coming on. Dark and deep. A grey anvil of clouds.
Thoughts spinning away.
Broken by a hollow whistling sound. The life on blood.
I was back in the woods again.
An awesome piece of work. Sparkling like frosted flakes.
A delicate one.
Sugar to my vampire eyes.
Sparkling like a spider web. I stop on the path sprinkled with dew. Alive on blood a grey shadow drops.
Like a stone. Rises with beating wings. Over a thin chattering sound. Flickering torches. A graveyard at dusk. The soft glow of a cavern.
The lore of vampires.
Other things are good in their ways...
...but give me blood. Darkness in latitudes falls swiftly. At feasts full of warm blood.
From Letras Mania