My dear young maiden clingeth
Unbending. fast and firm
To all the long-held teaching
Of a mother ever true;
As in vampires unmortal
Folk on the Theyse's portal
Heyduck-like do believe.
But my Christine thou dost dally,
And wilt my loving parry
Till I myself avenging
To a vampire's health a-drinking
Him toast in pale tockay.
And as softly thou art sleeping
To thee shall I come creeping
And thy life's blood drain away.
And so shalt thou be trembling
For thus shall I be kissing
And death's threshold thou' it be crossing
With fear, in my cold arms.
And last shall I thee question
Compared to such instruction
What are a mother's charms?
All is lost in this lonely world.
All I have is a vague memory of what we were,
Together we chanted the soft lullabies
To our weary victims
Wandering the night
Through the streets we terrorized the foolish mortals
The hopeless and faint-hearted
Praying for death, and we answered their plea.
We gave them peace; they gave their blood
And all were satisfied.
Till you became discontent.
You vanished into the night from whence you came.
Leaving behind the only one
who ever could love you.
I lay in broken confusion
So close to the earth I could hear it breathing.
I could no longer sense you near me.
Never again could I to touch your pale skin,
or kiss your tender lips.
Alone I would pass through immortality,
contemplating if I should make another companion to ease my suffering.
Someone who would make forever less of a burden.
But alas, they too will inevitably forsake me. Time passes, and not
even love has the strength to stop Time's course; its will
to change everything and everyone
as it pleases.
We are the Children of Darkness.
Creatures of the Night.
Those damned to go through eternity
with merely their own company
to keep.
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