Vampire
By DarkBruce
Birds are singing a dirge Mourning over dusks last light, Soon it will be night, and time For all things living to sleep. Safe in their nests and homes They rest, but not me For I welcome the darkness Being blanketed by dense death. The twilight is when I awake Preparing to prowl Searching for hapless forlorn victims Unaware of their dire plight. Stealthily I stalk In shadows I creep, Waiting for the moment to strike To sink my teeth in, to bite. Only the refreshing taste of blood Can satiate me and bring me life, In the deepest darkest hours Of the deadly night. Written April 9th, 2002 © on Apr 08 2002 04:16 PM PST 0 • 10
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"Birds are singing a dirge..."