| Anon. : Sepulchre (1996)
Candle burning in the night,
Touching me with ochre light.
Melting wax that dribbles down,
Crimson on my bone-white gown.
Dancing flame that chases dark,
Warmth and comfort to my heart.
I should never lie awake,
Through midnight hours my sojourns take;
Do my dreaming by the day,
Sleeping sunlit hours away.
But daytime light I can't abide;
The night is where I'm doomed to hide.
I, a vampire, forced to feed
On nought but blood - my only need.
My only light; the candle there
That burns in my sepulchral lair.
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