From dark spaces, damp, musty, dry rotted an spoiled
Rise the walking dead; by a force stronger than life its-self
Father Full Moon, named so by those who watched his figure
A tall dark shadow seen crossing in front of the full moon
On those nights it was known that the Dark Angel came to feed
He was so different from the vampires that tore you apart
Ripped the flesh from the body and gorged themselves like tics
He saw to that so many years ago after the Plaque arrived
How it all began is that He became the Dark Angel
When the fallout finally consumed all living creatures
Father Full Moon listened for the moans and the muffled cries
Of those nearing death, the men, women and the children
He would seek you out and ask out of his hunger and your pain
If you wanted immortally or to sleep without pain forevermore?
When thirst does take the presents over petty introductions
You can not defy us,
Our Father Full Moon guides us in our nightly lusting,
We have no control for the hunger is a strong driving force
We must abide before our beloved darkness turns
Into the unholy light of morn once favored in life's energy
History holds claim that we have been around Since 400 B.C.
Stalking in the shadows draped in cover as dark as our intent
Eyes like black orbs lifeless and lacking of caring
Look deep into our eyes and see a vacant vessel of a soul
Once our yearnings were strong and very much like yours
Our very essences of life, held uncontrollable desires
Flowing throughout every vein, being pumped endlessly
For the river of life that flows within the warmth of your sweetness
Is what we desire, what we crave and what we long for
The difference of us, as compared to what we express as, "The Takers"
We simply ASK, and in exchange for that freshness of food
We can offer an incentive of Immortally, over death
Such power once given to us by "The Master", "The Sire"
From Our Father Full Moon.
by Richard Lee Cook
An SILVERFEATHER Creation