It is midnight and moon is embraced
It is time for society to go nocturnal
As the blood runs cold in the misty winds
The endarkened shadows of the city is neonic
For the innocent souls walk around in the streets
Just to be taken up in the grasp of fangs
Vampires
Yes, oh lost soul, a vampire comes out to feed
His pale unwonted face entices you in sullen despair
What now
You walk over to the creature of the night
He kisses you with a black rose
Then before you see it, he sinks his fangs within you
Your neck feeds him your blood
From your blood-cold veins, you smell
The addiction is getting hotter
The bloodlust is rising, he drains you
But hidden between shadows is a dumpeel
A vampire without the vampiric addiciton
His sword slashes the throat of your killer
The slitted throat is healing
He vanishes
Now this 'hero' picks up your soulless corpse
Tosses it into the dark street
And that is your vampire experience
Walking into the moonlight
You die through vampiric proportions
This is a sullen ending, not a bright one
HA HA HA Ha HA HA laughs the mordant creature
Vampires are the real humans of sullen lust souls
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Written September 3rd, 2005
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Very interesting... I get the feeling that you haven't completely expressed all of your thoughts though. The poem doens't seem to follow a set idea, or bring a main one to mind for me. It flows well, but without that meaning it doesn't hold too much. The imagery is pretty good, but also could use a few tweaks here and there. You've done well though. Good luck and thanks for entering.
Best of wishes to you!
~Saknika

