Bite to breed,
Live to feed,
The moon is their call,
Anouncing nightfall
They hunt in the dark, invisible to sight
multiple screams wrought with fright.
They live in the Shadows,
where the air is thick
Suffocating to us
thier perfect little trick.
Thus they assist death
in her never ending profession
Taking away one’s breath
On it, their last confession
Though they might seem invicible
they have but one flaw
It consists of not a weapon
but one Law.
They have been blessed
yet have been cursed.
From the most old and fair
to the newest member, all long to stare,
to attept a look at what they lost
only to pay a dire cost.
They long to stare at the sun
see its beautiful light and not run
but the moment it touches their ’lashes
it turns them all into ashes.
And so that is how it has been,
and now the cycle begins again.
This is where my story ends
may I feel the Sun’s warmth yet again.
Author notes
This was my VERY first poem I ever made. I originally posted this on Myspace and a few friends convinced me to put it up here.
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The rhyming actually flows, it doesn't seem very forced excluding a few parts...
All in all, a really great write, I enjoyed reading it.
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your really good!! LOL
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that rocks!!!
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I love it the best poem ive read on this site so far ( i havnt read many ) but its brilliant I love the use of rhyme its just great ... Great job =]
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i really like it
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