Carpathian Noble

Surrounded by an aura’s gentle light  
 
Yet shadows deep doth watch with hungry eye  
 
In secret, biding time till waning night  
 
And softly whispers, “Come, sweet dark, draw nigh.”    
 
“Mournful night, thou art a siren’s call  
 
Thy sable beauty doth my soul enthrall  
 
I feel thy breath upon mine pallid skin  
 
A tempest stirred in darkness deep within.”    
 
An angel once, now tethered by desire  
 
His noble heart consumed by shadow’s fire  
 
Bewitched by whispers drifting on the breeze  
 
Like serpent’s song that doth the senses tease  
 
‘Tis not the sword nor war that claims him whole  
 
But phantasms that feast upon his soul  
 
The twilight’s kiss upon his fevered brow  
 
A pledge to shadows he dare not avow  
 
His manor high upon Carpathian steeps  
 
Now stained with secrets that the darkness keeps  
 
No more the sun’s warm hand upon the stone  
 
But spectral mists that chill the marrowed bone  
 
He walks the halls where moonlight fails to shine  
 
With lips as cold as crypts where roses twine  
 
And eyes that glow with hunger yet unsaid  
 
As blood-red blooms where all hope lies dead  
 
The silver chalice once filled full with wine  
 
Now bears a draught that quenches not, but binds  
   
A liquid dark as night’s eternal pool  
 
That bids him break each mortal tethered rule  
 
With every sip, the shadows deeper grow  
 
Each stolen breath a deeper, darker woe  
 
His soul now chained, his conscience swept away  
   
A noble heart turned hunter of the fray  
 
He feels the pulse of life in moonlit veins,  
 
A yearning deep no mortal can restrain  
 
For in the darkened vale where spirits tread  
 
He finds his love amongst the restless dead  
 
No longer doth he fear the chime of night  
 
Nor trembles at the loss of morning’s light  
 
For in his heart, a craving darkly blooms  
 
To dance with death amid the silent tombs  
 
The shadows call him with their siren song  
 
And to their dark embrace he now belongs  
 
No longer bound to life or sacred law  
 
But to the endless night, without a flaw  
 
An heir to darkness, noble yet undone  
 
Who walks alone, awaiting night’s dark sun  
 
For what is life to him who’s bound to none  
 
But an endless dance with shadows spun?