At Feasts Full Of Warm Blood

Good and high
The sky darkened
The sweet blood coming on
Dark and deep
A grey anvil of clouds
Thoughts spinning away
Broken by a hollow whistling sound

The life on blood
I was back in the woods again
An awesome piece of work
Sparkling like frosted flakes
A delicate one
Sugar to my vampire eyes
Sparkling like a spider web
I stop on the path sprinkled with dew

Alive on blood a grey shadow drops
Like a stone. Rises with beating wings
Over a thin chattering sound
Flickering torches
A graveyard at dusk

The soft glow of a cavern
The lore of vampires
Other things are good in their ways...
...but give me blood
Darkness in latitudes falls swiftly
At feasts full of warm blood