why do i speak of death,that grizzly phantom of bone...I hardly fear it's terrible shape for it seems so like my own!
My restless soul, the setting of the sun.
The curse. The moon. The blood will surely run.
Step aside Apollo, may love cause me to test you.
If it cost my very soul, I swear that I shall best you.
You can curse me with the darkness, night becomes my day.
But no Devine deception can keep my love away.
Ahhh my love.......What price I'll have to pay.
Just to taste passions kiss,I shall give my soul away.
Spirit of the underworld please aid me in my role.
If this love can triumph I shall give to you my soul.
But at last, I return with a two fold curse of God.
Do you see my tracks in the bloody Sand; where my feet have trod.
One last chance, my great reprise ; yet I'm deeper in the mud.
Now I write my poetry with my victims blood.
Ahhh my love selene , I fear I must depart.
But we shall leave together for you are written in my heart.
Such solace,such joy; yet time will prove the taker.
It seems that I shall journey on, yet you must meet the maker.
Sweet sweet selene; somehow this love I'll save.
I shall lay you down, release your soul then raise you from the grave.
Eternal love..... My selfish needs, now it seems we both are cursed
How could I be so cruel to bestow you with this thirst.
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