Classidia feeds in the moonlight
Whilst dreaming of the sun,
A million stars may light the night,
But for her there's only one.

Many years have drifted past
Since last she saw a sunrise,
The Dark Angel with a heart of gold,
And The Vampire Queen still cries.

Times flies if you are having fun,
You don't notice that it's passing;
But when one becomes immortal,
Then it's truly everlasting.

One can face eternity
If there's someone there to share it,
But her anger just feeds madness,
And no longer can she bear it.

The evil Nemset took her life
In more than just one way;
She was brought across, her lover died,
On that Godforsaken day.

Alive, not living; dead, undead
A solitary night-time dancer;
To truly be, or not to be,
For her this is an answer.

"I'll forsake my vow to take revenge,
Nemset may go his way;
To end my lonely torment,
I'll face the break of day."

"When I watch the dawn replace the night;
And its fiery fingers reach for me;
Then the burning anguish that I feel
Shall signal that I'm truly free."



She leaves the crypt with purpose now,
But with senses all perverted,
And is shocked to find that just outside,
All is not deserted.

A man was down, about to die,
For a few coins and a note;
The knife began its downward arc
And slashed towards his throat.

With preternatural speed she moved
To the blood she now did crave,
For this attackers life was forfeit,
And she drank him to his grave.

Turning she bares bloodstained fangs
To cause the other man to run,
Then settles in the clearing
For the rising of the sun.

This time of day may seem slow,
But Classidia finds it quick,
The slightest little pre-dawn tinge
Is enough to make her sick.

The minutes pass, her pain grows worse
With the lightening of the sky,
Then from deep within, her soul cries out,
"It's not the time to die!"

She moans and writhes in agony
As her flesh begins to bake,
Too weak to rise and save herself,
But her spirit will not break.

Then the darkness closes over her,
But she's surprised that it has weight,
The Dark Angle's lifted upwards,
And she resigns herself to fate.

Classidia awakens with a violent start,
Throwing of a cloak that's not her own;
She's somehow back within the crypt,
And then she sees she's not alone.

The man she rescued from nearby
Is amazed at her fast healing,
And though he shows a little fear
He smiles at her with feeling.

"I thank you, Sir for what you've done,
Consider it a debt repaid;
My names Classidia, but tell no one,
Or I will feel betrayed."

"My name is Strondar, please tell me more,"
But she stopped him in his tracks,
"You have my name, it's all you'll keep,
It's time that you went back."

Classidia locked her eyes with his,
Hers so green, his so brown;
"Forget," she said, "And go on home."
The memories fled, but left a frown.

Strondar turned and left the crypt
With her name his only thought;
Classidia settled back to rest,
And reflect just what this time had brought.

The Dark Angle will go on now,
Unable to mend what's torn apart;
But the fear that she is feeling now,
Is a stirring in her empty heart.