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Night falls,
darkness calls.
A vampire walks the streets,
blood is what she needs,
peace is, what she's longing for.
When she passes by your door,
you won't realize who she is.
You'll never learn she's this.
A creature of the night,
a victim of a fight,
that lasts for years,
that's cruel and caused tears.
She's of our kind, she's one of us,
if she dies, it's our loss.
We're living like you are,
we might be near or far.
When we meet don't be afraid,
what made us this, it was just fate.
Believe us, we are serious,
we're neither bad nor dangerous.
- Title: The Vampires
- Artist: amy7698
- Description: poem about vampires.....duh!
- Date: 12/16/2008
- Tags: vampires
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Comments (2 Comments)
- Eva Underground - 12/16/2008
- Very interesting...Not many understand the wonderouse creature that is vampire but you have camptured the meaning in your poem
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