As times have beset to change.
I ask myself constantly,

Is this what I had signed up for?
When the midnight gong rings aloud.

Echoing past streets and meadows…

Is it not time to close my eyes?
Not just Yet, I oppose the residual thought.

While they sleep sweet slumber upon them,
I find it wonderful as the moon dust bathes me.

There’s a strange sense of menace, humour perhaps.
Probably it is already time to set out for the hunt.

Essence of the wind, my speed on pace.
A smile revealing what’s undeniable on my face.

Pale as the moon, bloodshot eyes,
Where the breeze blows kisses away.

Sleep sweet innocence as I draw a little red,
You’ll not be around to lie awake in your bed.

Not for long, your agony would hurt you,
I feel a faint fight for life in your blood.

Making me stronger,
Your eternity longer.

As times have beset to change.
I ask myself constantly,

Is this what I had signed up for?
When the early morning gong rings aloud.

Come with me, we now share this life,
The undead me, the undead you.