VAMPIRE
At night as cool and calm as death. Raising the vampires out for blood
lust. Control by lust while they dream, I seek nymphomania a door
that lets me in. To host your soul to join the dead.

Darken Wings
Theological darken magic in flames in me in demonolatry
other realities in a world of theology. Bloods run throw it
all, waste of mankind. Results swept away in a flap
of darken wings covers me. Fangs of theriomorphic
underworld awakens in death, arising in death, arising
seeks humanity plagues, hated secularized in a
common understanding in a living nightmare, my gravesite
with the rising sun in a living hell.
Crows on leafless trees on a darken a resurrection
of my soul is to live without end
to my horror.