Under a Cherry Moon
The flavor of the night
A kiss from lips swollen with need
Blood tinged with fear
Supping from the living is never easy
Always the unknown lusts mixed with the lies
In order to get my fangs slivered inside
The moon shines down coldly
As I fill my mouth
With the lush ruin of a life
Stained with time and memories
Haunted thoughts of lovers never bedded
Sweetly the blood fuels me
Leaves blowing in the wind
A howl of an abandoned dog in the distance
Houses curtained and silent
Seemingly everyone is hidden
Yet I can hear the heartbeats approaching
From under a cherry moon
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