Life giving, death when spilt

Teeth sharp and gleaming

Reapers of the crimson reward

Blood, only Blood.

Scarlet ambrosia,

For the gods of the abyss,

For the guardians of eternity

For those who flee from the sun.

A heartbeat, faint

Delicious rhythm

Fading, falling.

A fatal embrace

No more pain,

No more sorrow

No more life

A predator is satisfied

Not a drop wasted

On cold pale lips.

And the blood is gone.