Vow of a Gentle Fang

As I study your sweet sleeping countenance Your departure I hope to hold doubtfulness For what beauty has fallen from the heavens A lonesome devil as I with sinful impressions So kind and caring is your heart I dare not break If I ever do through my own I will drive thine stake As your tender lips graces mine blood stained Your throat shall bear no scar and left undrained Your touch is the only life that floods my veins Even if my fangs thirst then I will bind in chains Your skin lay no mark nor harm from thy accursed hands I will leave thy meadow to grow so beautiful lands I may not sleep beneath the moons silver gleam Yet I will keep the demons of past from your dreams Gracing my lips upon your brow tingling spine I shall not allow your tears to mirror mine