Lord Vampyr

Dear heart, I think the young impassioned priest
When first he takes from out the hidden shrine
His god imprisoned in the Eucharist,
And eats the bread, and drinks the dreadful wine,
Feels not such awful wonder as I felt
When first my smitten eyes beat full on thee,
And all night long before thy feet I knelt
Till thou wert wearied of Idolatry..
You are my lady. my dark desire
Follow the call. of your beloved
Like a dance. dance in the fire
Follow the call. of your prince
Through the forest. I'm awaiting for you
Oh your white neck. your veins
I'm awaiting. my thirst is great