In the velvet cloak of midnight’s embrace,
Whispers of shadows weave their silent tale,
Through the ancient corridors of time and space,
Where the moon’s gentle glow turns pale.

Eyes of crimson, deep as the abyss,
Gaze upon worlds bathed in silver light,
A dance of eternity sealed with a kiss,
In the haunting symphony of the night.

Heartbeats echo in the silence profound,
As the immortal wanderers seek their kin,
In the solitude where no solace is found,
Their endless journey begins again.

Yet in their twilight, a yearning remains,
For the warmth of a dawn they cannot claim,
Bound by the blood in their ancient veins,
Forever lost in the night’s eternal flame.