Carpe Noctem
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Now that the ever burning sphere Down the horizon disappears Nocturnal beasts regain the earth. They celebrate with joy night's birth Waking me up from dreamless sleep To quench this thirst for blood so deep. The night is now young... ...but for how long? Hunting in the night so lonely I wander accompanied only By the bright light of the moon. High it shines, a glow in the gloom, While on pitiful mortals I prey Until the dark skies bleed sunrays. The night is now young... ...but for how long? The wolves howl and low hoot the owls. In praise of the newborn their chanting goes. Yet the time never ceases to flow... Oh child, why do you have to grow?
Submitted by Grave666 — Jun 21, 2026
Towards daily duty drowsy I go Even before the sun to his own attends When cold winds blow and whistle with sorrow The very last moments before night ends. With only the moon to witness my doom Bound to come soon in this night of Autumn Litten by scarce streetlights, with their shy glow That dares not shed its beam too far, the land Lies covered by such thick fog one now vows That the horizon is but a legend. With only the moon to witness my doom Bound to come soon in this night of Autumn In these moments before the fog dispels When the sky blurs and dyes all blue at dawn Building a bridge between worlds parallel And we breathe deep the clouds, which are still down My body follows to the sunny hell Yet in spirit, in this magic I drown While routine shall keep my now empty shell With the mists my soul shall forever dwell...
Submitted by Grave666 — Jun 21, 2026
As wolves or bats Through forests or the heights Fragmented into rats Causing loathing and fright Ours are the late hours Ours are the dark powers By a gaze of ours Any mortal cowers In the shape of beast With enhanced might In the cloak of mist Through the ether of night Ours are the late hours Ours are the dark powers By a kiss of ours The blood of mortals showers Cold and pale is our face White as moonlight But tight is our embrace And sharp is our bite Beyond god's grace Deprived of the sun's sight While we feed on their race We shall avoid the scythe Old Yet preserved in eternal youth... Cold Yet how easily we do seduce... Bold Though ever absent is our pulse... Those two in the neck Are points of no coming back... Ours are the late hours Ours are the dark powers Among the withering flowers Rise our ivory towers
Submitted by Grave666 — Jun 21, 2026