Just Another Vampire Wannabe


24 Sep, 2012 05:06 PM
It is a night of death, 
A song of sorrow,  
The wolves vent their pain,  
The immortal one rises.  

Evil shrouds her deathly form,  
An eternal fear.  

Her raven hair cascades over pale shoulders,  
And her full blood red lips part slightly,  
To taste the blood streaming,  
From the pale flesh beneath her.  

Now a night of darkness,  
I thirst.  

*Note... I wrote this years ago. So forgive me for grammatical errors.
Tags: Vampire
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