Decadent ladies cupping their blood of sorrow,
Exchanging romance with a glance
O their delicate fingers and love struck gaze
Tips nipping the buds of a flower
Soft and supple, tender as a beloved breast
Frozen in time;
A fragrant decay hurting to be found
Figures floating down the river
The cold ebbing its flow
Distance derived from exposed pleasure
Bitter mornings equipped with biting winds
From the snow welcomes darkness
Reveal the creature hungry for love
She mimics beauty, enchanting hearts lead astray
Her touch excites pessimism, frightening it
Passion feeds freedom to the willing
“I’m too young for death,” a maiden whispers
Each teardrop salty and sweet for the vampire
The snake smiles at the hopeless figure
“Then accept my hand, and marry me into death
“Our time is shortened by failure,
“Though grant me your essence
“So I may ease the end of time from your fragile mind.”