It's another poem, friends. People still like vampires, right?
I have a secret buried deep within a jeweled cup
A secret deep and dark enough for gargoyles to sweetly sup.
A fell secret hidden in my heart beneath a burning flame
A secret that though ages pass wise men refuse to name.
For on a moon rise long ago a dark stranger I did meet
And in his eyes I saw forever and worshiped at his feet.
So now my beauty unlike the moon neither waxes nor wanes
And all the beauty that I seek I find in the world’s pains.
Those who know of my secret heart have met a bitterest end,
Though they worshipped at my feet and tasted life’s blood bittersweet
Yet none of them saw forever, for my heart could not admit
A companion as dear as my first fall from grace into this darkling pit.
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