You're no vampire
Though for you I bleed.
For many of these years, against you, I did fend.
On me you'll feed.
You're time with me will soon come to an end
For He approaches...
My beloved one,
What's left of your light?
It won't be long before it starts to fade.
Centuries we'll fight.
A constant war between black and white.
Demon drawn coaches...
Still bound in hate
Yet caught in our passion
What I'd give to remove you from my sight...
You, my burden
Tore the sky above
You're bloodied clouds destroying my night.
Silence suits me not.
A scarlet kiss
Our final farewell
Self sacrifice of my young weary heart.
Break you, my foulest spell.
Haunt another; I command you: depart!
'Tis you, you fiend, who will be forgot.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem