The shadows fade, darkness has melted away with the rising of the sun. Life of the others begins, as I sleep away. Time has a continuos plea of substantial meaning. An aching that will not go away. I hunger for the taste of pure greed, knowing it is not in my nature to beckon the call of the wild. A simple pleasure, that is only known by so few. I sit here upon my throne, waiting for the relgious freedom of mankind to destroy what little of my soul is left. I would venture into the void of life-lessness, once more. Tasting the blood of my victim. Death cannot be quick, for the blood is much sweeter warm, then it is cold. Poison can be cruel, as I can be vicious. The suspicious do not consider our being, for fear is their greatest sin. Their very existence depends on our survival.
Reason for writing:
This poem is about vampires. I was in a very different mood when I wrote this.
I have been studying them a bit, and I wanted to write something that would, capture
who and what they are if they actually did exist. Read this poem in a transylvanian voice.
Email me and let me know what you think of it. I would love to hear your opinion.
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