Moonlight Sonata for Vampires

Did you expect violins? Romance in lace?
Save that for cheap paperbacks.
Ludwig was deaf, but he knew a thing or two about vibration...
And me? I am simply hungry. And I am bored.
Maestro, give me C-sharp minor. But make it dirty.
Dirtier. Like that.


Moonlight provides no warmth, it only highlights the dust on my coat.
Three hundred years I’ve heard this rhythm — not of hearts, but of fear.
They run through the city's veins like notes on a sheet,
I am the conductor catching them on an old, shaky bridge.
No screaming. Screams break the tempo.
Your pulse beats in syncopation — boom... boom-pah...
How vulgar.


Forget garlic, that is ridiculous,
Forget the wooden stake — it is just firewood.
The only thing that kills me...
Is your predictability!

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Moonlight Sonata!
Not for keys, but for fangs and steel.
You all thought this was about love? You just haven't been devoured yet!
Play until the glass is empty,
Until the spine cracks like a twig.
Art does not require sacrifice...
Art requires dessert!
Moonlight Sonata... for those who do not sleep.




Look at them, sitting in the stalls,
Waiting for a kiss on the neck, believing in superstitions.
And I only want silence and strong wine,
But in your veins — there is water, not guilt.
You are as bland as the morning fog,
And your blood is a cheap surrogate, self-deception.


Hush...
Do you hear it?
It is slowing down.
One. Two.
The string has snapped.
Finale!

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Moonlight Sonata!
A symphony of red on black silk!
We are not monsters, we are simply the janitors of this shelf!
Stand up!
Applause for me, not the moon!
I will drink this note to the dregs...
To the very...
Dregs!


Tasty. But not enough.