As I awake at night by the moonlight
I sense a weakening of decay at the rise
Never will I walk in facing darkness again
I love the steam of the cold mirror
Will you scream my name
As I whisper high your surname
Call out to me in the shadows
I will arise from the sullen flames
Glazing the seraphim I feed the dead
Swallowing into moonrise and all sense
I awake at the nightmare of treaon
Cut way my veins and feel the rush
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Written September 3rd, 2005
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ohhhh.,..dark..lol..kinda creapy.."whisper" was misspelled..and the ending was to abrupt..but otherwise..i love the words u used..and the imagery was good..thnx for the comment
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