As the world shifts to night
a creature wakes to bring the blight
across a land of sleeping forms
watching dreams of untold molds
Here it is two silver glints
laid across a slender neck
to pierce the skin of a man
and drink the life that holds its hand
only till the world turns light
will this creature drink tonight
ever walking ever doomed
to live a life of hell in tombed
be freed is its only wish
by the silent wooden kiss
or held up to a mark of god
burned in flames of ashes fall
and in the end its only thought
is to when and how this world will talk
when his form goes back to rest
in a tomb of unknown death....
