Carmilla

Beneath this still and moonlit sky, A specter stirs, a name I sigh. Carmilla—soft and cruel embrace, You haunt my soul, you steal my grace. O Carmilla, shadow and flame, Your touch ignites my heart, my shame. A silken chain, a velvet snare, My soul undone by your dark care. You come to me, through dreams you glide, A phantom bride, forever tied. Your voice, a hymn of sweet despair, Your kiss, a wound beyond repair. O night! O night! Your veil is kind, It hides the curse that love can bind. Yet in your arms, I know my doom, Your love shall carve my living tomb. Carmilla! Queen of night, profane, A thief of blood, yet I remain. A willing slave, a willing feast, Devoured whole, yet not released. O take my breath, O take my light, Consume my soul, eternal night. If love is death, then let it be, For in your shadow, I am free. Beneath the earth, where death doth bloom, I’ll rest with you in quiet gloom. No sun shall rise, no stars shall fall, Forever yours, my all… my all. Lyrics: Cheshirah