You followed your own path
you were made to understand
to a death born of righteous life
did you creep through the night
just like- Schrek's monster
are you the voice from the tomb?
the lone bat against the moon
leering at me from out of the gloom?
Is it deep in the blood..
All these stories, Le Fanu's fantasy
were you ever real, could you be?
of stairwells that never end
still alight from way back when
its wolves on the Borgo Pass
lightening and thunder crash