The velvet night, a whispered call,
He stirs within his shadowed hall.
No mortal blood, no beating heart,
A timeless soul, set far apart.
His eyes, two embers, softly gleam,
Reflecting back a forgotten dream.
A hunger deep, a thirst untold,
For stories whispered, ages old.
Through silent streets, he glides unseen,
A phantom grace, a nocturnal queen.
No coffin waits, no dusty crypt,
Just starlight on his pale lips slipped.
He drinks the quiet of the air,
The ancient secrets hidden there.
A gentle sigh, a wistful gaze,
Lost in the moon's ethereal haze.
For immortality, a heavy cost,
A world of warmth forever lost.
Yet in his being, calm and deep,
The long, unburdened centuries sleep.
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Cadrewolf2
03:30 Jun 04 2025
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