There is delight in my solitude;
I may walk amongst the pale moonlight
and nary a stranger dare intrude.
Having always preferred the company of night,
I feel no loneliness in the absence
Of people and their miserable trouble.
Their desire, their greed, and their flagrance.
To be here, among the ruins and rubble
Of a castle once thought to be grand,
A place of jovial parties and cruel Ladies and Lords,
I am free to dance without their harsh command.
I give my thanks to those vampires and their hoards.
No longer am I a slave to cruel power.
Instead a King to my own ghost tower.