The nobility of crimson
It is the black that lurks in the night
The decoration of gorgeous dreams
There is a kind of raging depth
The old copper-colored door leaf
The claustrophobic window curtains cannot be opened
The cherry-colored goblet
Smashed to a shocking crisp
The silver cross nailed the rain of tears
The perfect prayer sealed the wet mouth
The deep organ made the melody free
< p>The crazy heartbeat stuck to my breathingCounting down the return
I woke up and realized that everything was going backwards
The lost lamb admitted Need comfort from Satan
The unnamed tombstone standing in the desolate wilderness
Let the night follow the blood obsessively
It is the destruction of fate by a kiss
< p>If it is the beautiful cuckoo you ask for, he will be happy to accompany you to guess this riddle. The blasphemous decadence will not regret itA poem about vampires, okay?