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Vampires.
The sun rises, From beyond the horizon,
Birds start to sing their dawn chorus;
The funeral march of vampires.
That will forever protect us.
They lay buried deep,
Down within their graves,
Trying to ignore that symphony that would accompany their death,
And resist their bloody craves.
They lick their fangs in satisfaction,
Picking flesh from their teeth,
Smiling oh so smugly,
As the humans don’t know what lies beneath.
The sun reaches its high point in the sky,
They are cramping up with blood lust,
The wait is almost agonising,
But they know that their fate would still be dust.
Enter the night,
They hear he cry of the baying wolf,
Thousands of clammy hands hurtle through the earth,
As they look for a human to engulf.
The sun rises, From beyond the horizon,
Birds start to sing their dawn chorus;
The funeral march of vampires.
That will forever protect us.
They lay buried deep,
Down within their graves,
Trying to ignore that symphony that would accompany their death,
And resist their bloody craves.
They lick their fangs in satisfaction,
Picking flesh from their teeth,
Smiling oh so smugly,
As the humans don’t know what lies beneath.
The sun reaches its high point in the sky,
They are cramping up with blood lust,
The wait is almost agonising,
But they know that their fate would still be dust.
Enter the night,
They hear he cry of the baying wolf,
Thousands of clammy hands hurtle through the earth,
As they look for a human to engulf.
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Vampires
Vampires
Blood drips
From hollowed fangs
A chorus sings
Of days long gone
When the world
Was plagued by Us
The Immortals
Of a time now forgotten
Yes, my child
When We ruled
When We laughed at the heavens above
A time when We could hunt freely!
A time when rivers themselves streamed blood!
Yes, the age
Of when Vampires ruled
And all quivered
Under Our shadows
Under the night
In which We took flight
Feasting, hunting
On whomever We chose
Ah, the age
The lost age of Vampires...
It will soon come again.
Literature
Vampires
Vampires are the creatures of night,
Whose kiss is an eternal bite,
They'll feast on blood until the dawn,
For in the sunlight they will be gone.
Some fear them yet some do not,
Those who love them have never been caught,
For when you're turned and dead for good,
That can put you in a horrible mood.
As the undead they cannot die,
Not even when choked with a tie,
There are only afew things you can do,
But best to send a hunter to do this for you.
They will stake them in the heart,
It's almost a slaying form of art,
Then the vampire will turn to ash,
And the rest of them will try to dash.
But not all vampires are as evil as you
Literature
Vampire Love
I knew I was going to find her there, in the lake, under the ice.
I sat down on my knees, put my hand on the ice, over her face.
Pictures flashing in front of me.
Mortals were affraid of her so they gathered up against her,
when she was weak they threw her into the lake and denied her excistence.
The thick ice now melted under my palms and I lifted her up,
held her in my arms.
I wanted her to breathe and so she did, I wanted her to wake up and so she did.
My will is higher than mother nature and my wish more sacret than reality.
Our eyes met and we just sat there,
looking eachother in the eyes for several days and nights.
I gently
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