A Vampires Fall From Grace
Shadows slinking through the night,
From ages gone and ages past,
Born in darkness, damned in light,
Their daylight doom had been cast.
Life to death, death to life,
Skin so cold to touch,
Fangs as sharp as a knife,
The cost didn't seem too much.
The heart beats slow, the blood flows warm,
Life ebbs slowly away,
Demonic hordes fall like a swarm,
'Till the dawn of the new day.
As sunlight hits, skin turns to ash,
The frailty of Vampyric curse,
Dark freedom, the souls mercy dash,
His coffin in the back of a hearse.
He chose to be of Vampyre brood,
A dark choice of his fate,
He went back to death, in a way so crude,
His soul be damned, he was too late.