The Moon, How it Bleeds For You

On the brown forest glade 

Where we once played 

You asked me to take your hand. 

Thus, when I did, you stood to kiss, 

In the exact place 

Where we crossed our hearts. 

Then by your hair – I took with great care, 

Caressing your neck 

Filled me more thrilled, with life. 

To see in your eyes filled by surprise, 

Pushing against me with your thighs. 

To see all there is, I must be healed with a kiss, 

Oh, Succubus, you'd drain me of life! 

To bask in the snow, of your pale moonglow, 

Is to alight all my memories alive.