CAMELOT FANTASIES

SHADOWS OV THE NIGHT

I drift thru, shadows of the night.
Beckoned by, the teasing ov the moonlight.
People are unaware, ov the voices that cry.
Misty figures in despair, gravitate to my delight.
Walking in the mist, in the loneliness they will die.
Chasing the essence, ov my crimson bite.
Whispers ov their fear, but as a luving sigh.
My heart beats, at their luvly sight.
As their presence, comes to appear.
Souls are not disgraced, they take me as a fool.
The feelings I embrace, is that ov being controlled.
Defaced is not the soul, but the reaper who wants to console.
Echoes of the mind, reminds me ov that sin.
As a new life, it had all began.
Crimson tears, will always be, joyously my luving friend.