the Hunter speaks

here is my life, my love, my joy and my compassion i need them no longer i've sold them to the darkness to save my night-bound soul, myself from hell

mine is the freezing fire, the dark desire that drives me insanity looms when the world stops turning, true night is burning and blood runs cold

nightmares are given substance, body, breath to whisper death unto this world the dark fae rises i stand by, watching, waiting, feeding on the fear that's bleeding so from every soul

glistening halls of obsidian stone are mine alone to wander ever spire of night at the Forest's heart, deep, deadly, dark to hold the hunt and stay my prey

the darkness reigns and drains the mortal world of hope, dreams, life and light my lovely night all things cower in the deadly silence made to mask the violence used to sate my need

neocount, Hunter, all these i am and have been, vampire, wielder of the fell coldfire immortal evil, cold and distant damned i was, as still i am, and proud, powerful, feared, revered, and loathed

as true night falls