The Tale Of A Nocturnal Empress

<br>the wolves howled at the moon<br>that chilly autumn night<br>and cold winds whispered through<br>the scattered leaves<br>when the first light from<br>a late, yet crimson dawn,<br>shined through the morning mist...<br>she was dead... and so reborn.<br><br>caught in a web of silver beams<br>thrown from an ocean of stars<br>a sea that from now, always<br>shall haunt her existence<br><br>she exists only in darkness<br>she feeds from the vain of<br>an innocent child<br>yet she is strong<br>unbound by the chains of<br>mortality<br><br>sometimes under<br>the ocean of stars<br>she gazes at the black horizon<br>wistful thoughts of death<br>she wish for sleep<br>she has no quest<br>just an eternal lust for blood<br>always walk alone - eternally!<br><br>she is the eye of the raven<br>she is the ear of the wolf<br>she is mockery it self<br>of the holy trinity<br>she is the pleasure concived<br>from your pain<br>the empress of nocturnals<br>thou shalt fear<br>and thou shalt serve<br>and thou shalt... die<br>in her embracing kiss of death