Revelations of the Vampire X / 2.
Bushes are growing over walls and windows, wildly,
There is no one to care, to cut them, and shape nicely.
A Coven’s home was once filled with life of undead, where
Eternal youth and betrayal were hosted,
Closed down with chains and forever dusted.
No more lights turning on to cover the dark souls,
Perished with dreams of a home the Damned sought.
When life gets too stretched and blood loss is the curse,
Peace has no place, just war and the thirst.
Bushes are growing over walls and windows, wildly,
In hollow graveyard silence rules firmly.
One is lying in the self-inflicted pain, shrinking in dreamland,
Others are gone, met their unthinkable end.
