Melpomene(muse of tragedy)

Flesh like spirit, soul of night,
skin as white as angels' flight,
dark hair like wings of some loved dream
that steals away within the night,
Upon her gaze I was enticed
to kiss the devil's sacrifice
and cursed that it was not yet time
to be with her in paridise,
and with each kiss I'm always cursed
to taste the very universe,
upon her tongue a song is sung
which never could describe the thirst.
Her lips, with which her throat like fire
whispers in my own desire,
where new life buds, my very blood
has stained the lips of that vampire.
I fall within her loose embrace
like feathers from a phantom face
pressed against her naked breasts
seducer of the human race.