Cover the moon Cover the moon,it`s all too soon,this time I`m all too late,
To now embark on changes Dark will surely seal my fate.
I feel my skin loose shape within,as sprouting hair does rise,
My coloured sight turns black and white, as redness fills
my eyes,
My clothing torn,as what was worn is left within my wake,
Now left to roam, get safely home,it`s all a big mistake
I should have known the night was close,and yet I never learn,
As day does end,and the moon ascend,in wolfen guise I turn,
My ribcage buckle out of shape,my shoulder muscle bound,
I hide inside this dead end street,tall shadows all around,
To find a way without delay,of getting to my home,
Is something that I need to do,with caution I do roam,
I sense the smell of everything,my eyes cannot detect,
the muffle growl,I slowly prowl,my posture moves erect,
Inside of me,instictivly,I pull my head back tight,
And sing my song of anger,as I bath in pale moonlight,
What human trace inside of me has suddenly gone numb,
My senses hightened greater in this creature I`ve become,
Yet somewhere in my memory,this madness will not last,
I seem to recall images that flicker through my past,
This hound of death with steaming breath,through shadows I
do dance,
I search this maze with canine gaze,and move within a trance
For yet again I feel the strain,through neon lights I race,
This midnight mask of terror can be seen within my face,
As night gives birth to daylight,and sunrise dawns once more,
I find my way towards the day,to whom I was before,
No secret to be proud is this,such suffering and pain,
I only know as the moon does show,this change will come again.
So long I`ve lived this nightmare,and forever it will last,
like god and demon down below,I play this role I`m cast,
I see not my future,nor my history does show,
Relentless is this mystery,as onward I go.
Copyright Alexander January 1999 
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Under Cover Of Darkness 
The moon is lighting up the night,
a few clouds paint the sky.
Through bending trees,a steady breeze,
is turning to cry.
The rustling of crisp leaves the
only other sound.
A graveyard bathed in grey nightlight
cast shadows on the ground.
The resting place of many souls
so desolate and cold.
At one with heaps of freshend soil,
his history must be told.
Be he called the Prince of darkness
or a creature of the night.
His presence is all too clear,
as he comes into sight.
An undernourished body with
a face sunken and pail,
He calls himself a vampire
and these words will tell
his tale.
He moves with such percision,
yet his fingers leave no mark
A ballet of living dead
preforming in the dark.
This reason for him rising
is to fill his lust for blood,
In search of blood and innocence
his hunger is renewed.
Once more he hoist`s his cloak
up high,dark magick he applies.
As now his shape is of a bat,
into the night he flies.
The smell of virgin purity to
satisfy his need,
Temptation with the softest flesh,
a kneck on which to feed.
In silent flight he scours the night
until his prey is found.
Then up against a window pane,
his entrence makes no sound.
So deep in slumber,and serene,
she has no need to wake.
Her flesh is offered as she sleeps,
her innocence at stake.
Brushing back her silken hair,
His demon eyes do flicker,
his moisten lips move to her skin,
his tongue begins to lick her.
Aroused by beauty and its taste,
no more can he resist.
His mouth begins to open wide,
her virgin kneck is kissed.
Two teeth brake through to sap
her blood,
she mumbles in her sleep.
Another victim claimed tonight,
he bites into her deep.
Revitalized and satisfied, he
leaves her where she lay,
New energy will see him through
the up and coming day.
A face full of perverse intent
Once more he greets the night.
His prey now weakend left for dead,
the price of his delight.
The wind still sings a tale of woe,
each gust a lonley cry,
As silent and unholy shape flies
up into the sky.
The moon still holds onto the night
dawn will soon be here.
He heads back to his sanctuary,
daylight`s drawing near.
Once again the graveyard greets
him as so effortlessly he creeps.
To sleep again and hide away the
secret that he keeps.
But one day soon in light of moon,
he may indeed arrive,
to take you for his pleasure as he
struggles to survive.
For life are present in the way
he must exist,
You will be safely sleeping or the
next one to be Kissed. 
Copyright Alexander 1998 |
