A vampire poem
i want your blood
i feed on the blood of others
thats how i stay youthful and alive
believe in angels?
then believe in vampires
believe in me
there are worse things on earth
the waining darkness
oh dark one, whos teeth are stained with blood
whos glance so deep it penetrates
the hunger, when fed deteriorates
the red when thickens turns to mud
the souls he takes are but alive
they cling to death but do survive
their dreams are clear and precise
their skin not warm but like ice
their day is night, it comes so fast
and for an instant it seems to last
but too quickly and silently comes the light
oh reddened eyes they hide from sight
oh dark one, whos teeth are stained with blood
whos appetite is like a flood
please tell what kind of breed you are
where death is life and but a clue
your strength is but a mystery
except to those who have learned the creed
mother earth holds up her hands so high
which enables you to soar and fly
and in the end you rest but not in peace
tomorrows come and never cease
your mind is strong, you have the will
does tomorrow come without the kill?