Dark Passion

The night is my home, shadows my slaves.
From the dark perches of an alien race's mind
I feel life proceed, sensing the pulse
Of a world not mine own.

These vessels of movement parade about in the night
But cannot sense the truth of what I am,
Too strange or too terrifying to be acknowledged
As anything more than imagination.

I love the night, the moon is my mistress.
When all else is asleep, I dance with the stars
And laugh at the exquisite nature of mortality;
To feel life flowing through you
Is the ultimate ecstacy.

From the Stygian depths of the city's corridors
I wander lovingly, sensing the beat
Which will ease my ever present lust.
No music is more pleasing
Than the symphony of the heart.
To know me is to love me is to feed me.
Such an end to my vital waltz is inevitable.
No knowledge of my truth can be allowed....

But do not be fearful of my loving kiss
For immortality lies in the shadows.