They live by night not by day,
They can make your fears both come and go away.
Beneath the moon their teeth shine bright,
Withing the streets they prowl at night.
With skin as pale and white as snow,
But if you take a closer look they go.
I feel there breath upon my back,
and pray that I might not be a snack.
They are always such a thing to admire,
the lovely, the beautiful,vampire.
"There are many things people have claimed can not be true any yet nearly all of them have ether been true to begin with or made true by those stubborn enough to ignore them."-Scientist 666 (End Times)
Monday, May 24, 2010
Vampire (a poem)
Okay so here's a poem I wrote a long time ago but I though I might as well post it on my blog as well.
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