My dear, love, become my prey!
I’m waiting for you day by day.
I’ve already been waiting long
And now it is my power, my song…
Open your eyes and follow me:
I’ll show the Vampire’s life, you’ll see…
…He was so old, he was so sick, —
Each one could play on him a trick,
But all his willing was to live,
To feel, to kill and to forgive.
And then, a thousand years among,
With bitten soul he was young.
Not happy, NO! Just young and free,
And every night — a murderer.
And now he’s tied, cannot asleep:
His conscience has made him a sheep!
He’ll die on any sunny day…
It’s me, and you’re the last my prey…
A confession in the night
© Copyright: Альманах Гусиное Перо, 2004
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