Her soul has sullen With the windswept rock Long has she been tethered In her sealed cloister – vampire…Anchoress Unto solipsistic spiritual vortex Thee, alone, in presumed death I proffer mortal blood And though these corridors Lead to a nature you’ll never feel A bated will, shall not you suffer For you, Anchoress, cannot relinquish the thirst In her sealed cloister – vampire…Anchoress Unto solipsistic spiritual vortex Thee, alone, in presumed death