Revelations of the Vampire III.
Spring, I would love to feel again and smell you,
I wish I could enjoy your waking warmth too.
But a centuries doomed soul has no choice at all,
Else than hiding shy from your grace,
Jealous, behind the dark of a wall.
I wish your golden arms of gentle touch,
The life you bring, the flowers you got,
I so wish that they still would mean a thing,
And could love all, you’re soon to exhibit.
But there is no more memory of any kind,
That I would tread gentle and remain kind.
And my nature which faded all the good away,
Makes me hate and fear your gorgeous ray.
