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A/N: Sort of a metaphor, that even the strongest cry sometimes.
When A Vampire Cries
The wind grows so still
Its destiny divides,
Its purpose unknown
When a vampire cries.
The water then falls
From the deepest of skies,
Unsure where it lands
When a vampire cries.
The earth, once so strong
Nature's force as its guide,
Crumbles and weakens
When a vampire cries.
The hottest of flames
Burning from the inside,
Only flickers and wanes
When a vampire cries.
And then, what of life
When a vampire cries,
Do we die while we live
Do we live while we die?
I'd say it was both
Before each of our eyes,
Pain is worth suffering
When a vampire cries.
© 2008 Jamie (MystressXOXO)
