From the Shadows

From the grave that is our bed

We arose hand in hand

To seek out our prey within the

Soft glow of moonlight

A young couple out for a stroll

With eyes only for each

Other unaware of the danger

Lurking in the shadows

They never saw the death that

Awaited till it tapped

Upon their shoulder drew them

Apart from each other

Kicking and screaming into the

Shadows with our

Thirst abated into the darkness

We disappeared

Together made love upon the

Clouds high above

Till it was time to return to the

Unmarked Grave

That is our bed of love verboten


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