The Ultimate Vampire Resource and Directory

That which is unseen,still real,still with a morbid heartbeat,touching,reaching...then midnight...it takes form...and it looks..like me....oh labyrinth of utter chaos,how final in words,like the breath of crypts,forgotten in the mouldering darkness,to hunt in shadows at the sepulcher of fiends and geniuses..timeless,to answer,eternal to beckon..red as roses that bloom in sunless springtime's,and fathom all as the ancient deep awakes from sleep.