Bloodmaster

And as yesterday brothers, now that I can remember.
Wrest in tear a growing lame, come unto me my leering shame…

There a valley sauntered under season as I left, when her sun alone a lagging river haze, glittering while she’s sprayed by the fine of winter’s face.

And between her silk sheets a whisper as her pliant soul would move me. Where we would love for its flagrant pass, and when released ambrosia‘s massed our lively prayer.
For all of these, and every sight as high as me…where around surrounds this beauty and all I’ve seen is pale, there endowed by night.

Thence a man reduced a weary slave. And now this torment seems to wake me, anew a weary freedom deems to slake me.

Contained by the night a sordid dream, and for all my efforts I’ve climbed above her sheath and fang, a lure as always…to always miss our share of blood.