Shadow Kings

 
My secret god that fills the sky
at night. Lord of the twilight,
of madness, death and
rapture.

Sinfully but with heads held high
we dine on the nectar of life.
This is a burden we, the chosen
must bear.

Are we, the rulers of the night
denied our right to godhood?
We, the kings of shadows born
of sacred blood.

Alas, it was with great sorrow
we left the world of men. Bereft
even of our humanity, we long
for redemption.

Sorry is our fate. False lives filled
only with bittersweet reminiscence
of a less unhappy past. A past when
we were alive.