As I lay under the black moon in this blood lit sky, I do cry
The bodies of my family spread out before me
My hate now evolves into a monster, a new killing machine
Inhuman, no morals, no thought
In blood stained hands I do cry under this Black moon
Tears of blood do flow for my hate cannot be stopped
I will kill again, I do not know
I just go with the wind and hunt that unheard sound
Under this black moon my curse appears
The next victims lay before me, blood sucked away
My heart pulsing with anticipation, for it's next meal
My hate rises, this fury sends me out of control
As the last drops of blood are licked from my lips
I smile, now content with my feast
The world now turned black
Blood now drains from the faces of my victims, as they look in fear
Under this black moon I feast again
In the cursed world
Under the black moon
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A contest entry
- Dark and Scary by JeannieD Hunter.
1000 points, ended September 1, 2008, 17 entries
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Awesome, I love dark things like this. Made me think of Vampyres and extreme blood lust.. Like majhor blood lust, ew. haha. Good luck.
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glad you like it
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Very dark and chilling! And I thought red moons were scary! Well done. Thanks for entering and good luck!
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