Forbidden Thoughts

In small encrypted hearts long dead
Tied down with bricks to rest their head
In shallow waters, distressed and cold
And in ripped shreds they watch it all
The bats fly from their daily haunts
Reminiscent of the vampire host
Forbidden memories, embedded in the soul
The darkness has escaped them and the morning takes its toll
Buried deep in coffins of polished stone
Beneath each frozen waterfall
In the ebbs of the frozen still-life tide
The fiends of nights gone bide their time
And so they wait and the lives go on
The ice melts as time goes on
And then in backstreet pubs they crowd
Delivering their pale black crimson shroud
To cover up the dead march they started
Strange, detached, soulless, black-hearted
And the smoke hovers in the stagnant air
As the procession moves to it’s nearby lair
Nestled in the embers of a dying hearth
Sits the pale watcher of dark heart
As he sits the flames flicker and fly
And as he sips his feed the lone bat slips by
And the crimson glint makes it to his eye
And the shadows of the night flitter back to hide
As he sits back to enjoy forbidden thoughts
Of the days long gone in his daily haunts