A dark hour strikes at its might,
I intend to dream, I have the right.
On an eerie, moonless, silent night,
When shadows die, betrayed by light,
In peace I rest,
Out of sight.
Don't wake me from my slumber, dear,
Wounded I lie in my crypt each night,
My heart can no more fight,
A worthless fight.
I have no sorrow, no fright,
Except the burning beacons of light,
Deceptive oaths, sarcastic delights.
Don't wake me from my slumber, dear,
I'd rip you to shreds!
I might, I might!
I'm a dead inferno,
Do not ignite.
I sleep in blissful neglect,
I sleep tight.
Don't resurrect, don't reunite,
A vampire to her memories,
Of the fatal bite.
Don't wake me from my slumber, dear,
You think I'll be happy?
I say not quite!
You have no power, no right!
This angel fell at a dagger's might,
The massacre, a gruesome sight,
Her apparel,
Crimson - from white.
Photo credit: http://www.deviantart.com/art/Sleeping-Velvet-64226327
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