Undying Devotion
“You’ll never see my shade or hear the sound of my feet While there’s a moon over Bourbon Street.” Sting
The stars are brightright nowthey are fadingSlowlythe sun begins to journeyfrom the edgeof darknessready to breakthe spell hangingabovewith the moonso fullwhich holds mein a formchained to timeEternitynot livingthe lie that I am humanProwlingto feed the frenzy withinTerrifying reflectionsin the jazz club windowsof internal dwellersSuccumbing to rhythmsof Bourbon Streetand bloodthat I wish to inheritTheir’sstaining my collarStriving to existanywayI can not do withoutthe pale moonlightthough I despiseDestroyingthe things I loveFlyingracing Apolloto my silken bedchamber of immortal soulPreying beforeI sleep the sleepof undyingdevotion.
The stars are brightright nowthey are fadingSlowlythe sun begins to journeyfrom the edgeof darknessready to breakthe spell hangingabovewith the moonso fullwhich holds mein a formchained to timeEternitynot livingthe lie that I am humanProwlingto feed the frenzy withinTerrifying reflectionsin the jazz club windowsof internal dwellersSuccumbing to rhythmsof Bourbon Streetand bloodthat I wish to inheritTheir’sstaining my collarStriving to existanywayI can not do withoutthe pale moonlightthough I despiseDestroyingthe things I loveFlyingracing Apolloto my silken bedchamber of immortal soulPreying beforeI sleep the sleepof undyingdevotion.
