My girl
A throne
Is waiting for you
Your hair
Is black
And your blood, it is blue

My girl
A crown
Will rest on your head
Now marry
This man
And take him to bed

Your eyes
Are ablaze
And red are your lips
Your body
Is marture
And fertile your hips

Your skin
Is pale
And as white as your teeth
Now bow
Your head
And get on your knees

Cause hair
Should be growing
And blood should be red
Yes, eyes
Should be glossy
And vampires dead

A coffin
My girl
Is waiting for you
My stake
Keeps me safe
And my crucifix too

February 2020