Le Vampire

Street, orphan muse of my hunger
Night, seamstress of my smart clothe’
Half of the moon’ lost in the lantern
Light is the painting of my solitude
Step fondling ear with kindling prelude
I’m leaving shadows – the dark gets on hood
On her eyes, flesh and blood
The victim of heart and my art…

Beast, it’s the creature inside me
Smile, perfect trick to enchant thee
Servants, sweet feelings, they put on me cloak
Dug out from ground of cemet’ry sorrow
Ghosts, their wasteland’ embracing with hollow
Here’s another lost soul I’ve to borrow
Let me see her nude in the screaming of fiddler
Fulfill me with rapture, oh, crimson of feaster!

Statue, my lamenting marble
Church dreams in abyss of humble
Ashen grand-piano in twilight soprano
Of beauteous courtesan, shameless immortal
With hair of flamme et rubis ardents
S’empares de la chair fr;missante sur demande
Ah, ma petite tendre, I’ve brought thee my gift
Drink tr;sor d’une jeunesse, belle succubus, in dance

Thou belongst to my realm
Ma maison where tremble
Every shade casting fright
Every sun loosing might
Blinks of golden and silver
Skulls of rotten and splintered
Be my guest, friend of chaos
Taste my dishes with bones
Hiding eyes – playing glimpses
No back road is here
Gates are open for visit
And they’re closed for the leave…

Town, strip woods of hunting
Mirrors and masques ; la fin
Stage is forlorn and thou comest here
Solitary and condemned
I am thy only spectator
Foretasting the last savage act…
Applause fondling ears with godly amuse
I leave in shadows to pleasure thy fuss
My timid actress of blood and temptation
The victim of heart and flesh sinful possession…