One rose...

Give me this golden goblet,

Dark portal to eternity.

Touching lips to this cup of death,

Sipping sin, and laughing away life.

Kissing a sinner,

And taking there soul.

Flame that once burned,

Deceased to be.

No flow of blood,

Not even a heart beat.

*my* beautiful black horned stang,

Bring me to *my* hell.

As we ascend a rose is given to me,

One of a kind.

White,

With one drop of vampiric blood.



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