Gypsy

 
the pyre is lit
an all-consuming bonfire
licking the tinder
my feelings are intense
elevated need erotic

waxing and waning the moon's pull never fails to affect me
clever bane as madness arouses other night people to play
darkest night surrender your sanity as you carouse
the carnival of lust

vampiric passions ignite the other darklings to emerge
and howl at the pregnant moon
the monster's masquerade is just beginning

tis a very special brew the witches are serving
leave your reservations behind
this is a strictly private affair

inducing chaos, induction of faith
spell on the air
and I do what comes naturally
I call to the North for direction
Lilith sends the songs to guide

I send in my demons
to spy on the decadent affair
gargoyles guard my gate

sultry visions of ravenous hunger
some humans have been invited
but they are under a glamor
they will have only, a faint memory of the event, nothing more

we are a secret society
Hollywood harlots never die
it's the stygian witches
broadcasting using magic to seduce
looking so lovely on the silver screen
but like all immortals they do age

I tell them good evening ladies
they answer with a sarcastic remark
having salty tongues
they are crones these days
which means their magics has become more potent with age

the masquerade ball is in full swing
someone has discovered
a busty blonde it's time to eat
and they only eat sex

the pyre is lit
an all-consuming bonfire
licking the tinder
my feelings are intense
elevated need erotic

something else surpasses that need
my face veiled as any gypsy would
I have a vampire to confront
then perhaps something sexy for me to eat