Night Kinsfolk

As I walk into the valley of the shadow of death

I fear no evil

For evil is me

And I am it

 

Though darkness surrounds my very soul

I fear not the legends of monsters old

For I am a monster

And I am old

 

And though I seem fragile, dainty and weary

I am but an illusion

I am your confusion

My deary

I am strong, I am fierce and I never tire

For blood is my desire

 

I am the whispers of Carpathian folk

The night mistress of blood

With her vampire kinsfolk

I am they

And they are me

And together we will for eternity, be

As one

 

 

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