Under the moon’s dim light, I walk
Under the deep shade of red, I live
Beneath the darkness, I slept
Alone, I run…
Under a black jet cloak,
I shelter
Behind the mask,
I hide
My rain is blood
My sun is moon
My day is night
And my room is my prison
My goblet is full of dark red wine
Named blood
My body is cramped with strength
I crave, I cry for blood
And I suck of all these things
Freed me, please!
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