CAMELOT FANTASIES

BEATING HEARTS

As I drift thru the mist, visions of mine persist.
Memories ov a time, when my life was refined.
Decades do I respect, ov the mortals I protect.
Resentment of our kind, crimson was the contentment to the mind.
Feared for years, we hunted & persevered.
Bloodletting ov severe, aromas so Devine.
To luv was distant, with the beating of the heart.
Charismatic was life, as death do us part.
Loneliness is mundane, a luver I need to claim.
Am I willing, to cause so much pain.
Loosing myself, thru the facets of my brain.
With deep respect, my luv I wish to retain.
Beating hearts, no longer do i refrain.