Haunted

“Hidden behind merciful shadows, beyond the cruel daylight,
living to hunt and kill, we are the… Damned children of the night.
Dragging our immune existence through thousands of centuries
and from dusk to dawn we suffer from our immortality.

After the Dead Lover’s kiss you fall into a dream,
but with your second birth you’re a prince in our mournful realm.
By day, when a million suns are killing with their shine,
the cold, dark crypts are saving me … and mine.”
– Anna Varney Cantodea.

1610, Londres.
Há mais coisas que assombram a noite do que pensamentos ruins.
Não olhe para as sombras por muito tempo. Não olhe!
Se algo se mover, esconda-se. Esconda-se antes que seja tarde demais.
Nunca, jamais, vá lá fora.
Ouvi falar de pessoas que morreram assim.