Blood foaming from her compressed lips, I kiss her slowly fading
face
And hold her crumpled bleeding form, in the mortice of our last
embrace
Pale when I met her, as the ghost she shall be, for the rest of
our lives, again haunting me
But she had to die, there was no other way, for our lives to
begin no more tears, no more pain
In disbelief she sits, staring at the holes, slowly taking in
reality
The blood on her lips, the hunger inside, The two holes
Immortality
The blood queen and king on wings glide sweet death, forever
young so strong so refreshed
Nourished on blood on fear and desire, More alive than in life
their senses afire
Wolfen and drawn, teeth bared no remorse, No regrets for their
passing no wish for recourse
Eternal ages, love that never dies, but for the emptiness caught
in their eyes
In their eyes (ad Lib)
Doomed to the exile of eternal life
The deathless ... love