Sobering


At the desert of my death walking by the shadows of ancient ravens crying for blood

Sweet vampire lestat de lioncourt travels with me over the Atlantic sometimes

when I visit .

Cried in awe these days as the dust of ancient myths fell in the ocean of reality.

Stay with me tonight hold me do not let the Huns hear my dreams.

somewhere there is a path as the rain falls on the burning pine trees

remember me again love…

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