Night Passion Poem by Rik Bertrand

THE MOON HAS RISEN, MY PASSIONS DRIVEN
BY THOUGHTS WITHIN YOUR HEART.
THE FOG DOES GLISTEN, MY SHADOWS MISSING,
DEATH HAS TORN US APART.

I HUNGER FOR BLOOD, LIKE A RIVERS FLOOD,
THAT HUNGERS FOR MORE LAND.
AND IF I COULD, I SURELY WOULD,
DEVOUR YOUR LOVE AS PLANNED.

THE NIGHT IS COLD, MY SOUL IS BOLD,
AS IT SEARCHES FOR ITS PREY.
MY LIFE’S BEEN SOLD, BUT LOVE WILL HOLD
IF I CAN LAST UNTIL THE DAY.

HELP ME DEAR, ITS YOU I FEAR
THAT I SHALL HARM THIS COLD DARK NIGHT.
SO IF YOU CARE, PLEASE BEWARE,
UNTIL THE DAWN TURNS FIREY BRIGHT.

MY PASSIONS FLOW, AND IS IT GROWS
I LUST FOR YOUR DESIRES.
RED HOT COALS, EVERONE KNOWS
COME FROM THE DEVILS FIRES.

KILL ME NOW, I WILL SHOW YOU HOW
TO DO IT SO I DON’T RETURN.
THE WEATHERS FOUL, DEATH IS NOW
ON THE MANTLE IN AN URN.

REB