5d Poem by Agatha Portugal

Cold in sleep
we meet.
Night falls silently
we flee into darkness and beyond,

you welcomed me.
We dwell in dreams.
Our fangs
trickle with blood

while we chant
with Nox Arcana
beside our friends:
Insanity! Agony!

In a Victorian Masquerade
we dance with demons
and ball-jointed dolls.
We are, two souls;

to Castlevania we soar with the reality
of our fantasy
and the magic
of The Wiccans.

Hallowed by the moon,
peppered with stardust by Cthulhu,
we’ll tear down the sun
and breathe life to death.

Yes! We. Are. The Wicked!
Hell raisers we are! But,
True Love is
Ours. Forever!