Children of
The Night
Dripping down,
the fire's dust's glowing
Overhead the
shadows dance.
Music waltzes,
through the crowd
For dancing dragons
made of lance.
. . .
And We Are . . .
The Children
Of The Night . . .
We set the torch,
to one last fuse
Our spirits soar,
our senses lose.
The silver moon,
wraps 'round our souls
All that's left
are burning coals.
. . .
But We Are . . .
The Children
Of The Night . . .
The crowd's gone
home, but do we care?
Into the fire,
we stand and stare.
The burning pit,
gives one last chance
To catch a fireball
as we dance.
. . .
For We Are . . .
The Children
Of The Night . . .
The
vampire's candles, dimly burn
For we ignite
the sky
And who knows,
where we'll go . . .
When the dragons
dance .
. .
. . .
For We Are . . .
In Fact . . .
The Children
Of The Night . . .
Photo's and Poetry
Candle & Torch Animations
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