I walked the dusk where angels feared,
With pale regret my soul was seared.
A child of night, by blood made kin,
To silence, sorrow, and mortal sin.
They said death came with sable wings,
But mine wore lace and whispered things
Of endless time, of crimson thirst,
Of Heaven's curse, of being cursed.
She found me there with hollow eyes,
Beneath the veil of Southern skies.
Her lips were red, her touch was cold,
And yet her beauty dark and bold.
“I’ll give you life,” she softly spoke,
“Beyond the grasp of mortal yoke.
No pain, no age, no final breath,
But know this gift is wedded death.”
And so I drank, and so I died,
And woke beneath the weeping tide
Of stars that watched with quiet dread,
As one more soul joined ranks of dead.
The hunger came, as sharp as knives,
It sang of blood, of stolen lives.
A song that echoed through the grave,
No priest to bless, no god to save.
The mirror cracked, my name erased,
Immortal now, but never graced.
A lover once, a killer then,
A shadowed waltz through hearts of men.
In candlelit New Orleans halls,
I danced with ghosts along the walls.
The scent of jasmine, musk, and sin
A masquerade that traps within.
For every kiss, I stole their fire,
A fleeting thrill, a ****** desire.
Their final gasp, my fleeting joy,
An ancient hunger none destroy.
Yet sorrow sleeps within the tomb
Of velvet drapes and perfumed gloom.
What worth is time when none remain
To speak your name without disdain?
So I sit and speak to flame,
Tell the past, retell the shame.
To Louis, Claudia, names now dust,
We drank from death, betrayed our trust.
A coffin heart, a silver scream,
No sunlight, hope, or waking dream.
To live forever is to mourn
Each passing dusk, each coming dawn.
For those who say they long for this
Immortal pain, eternal kiss
I ask you now: would you still dare
If death itself were always there?