This world is mine.
It drips of blood
and sings out to me to drink it.
Mere fools would dare stand in my way,
women, maiden’s men and all,
I’d take them in my embrace.
Paleness beckons my beauty,
it’s what makes them scream at night,
sending shivers of excitement up my spine.
Spikes of joy,
red of gold,
the ecstasy of this life is unsurpassable.
There it is,
the moon up nigh,
the darkness falls,
the earth beats,
drink my child drink,
drink and live.
How can one not accept the calling?
So I sing back, I sing,
I shall, I shall,
drink to my fill,
my love you are safe,
just lean back with me,
there...
Author notes
Okay I can't rhyme that well so I'm going for emotion. I hope you like it. I've read quite a few vampire/lycan novels (the Anita Blake Vampire series one of them) and I find them to be really fascinating. But like in Anne Rice's novels too, they are defined, not savage beasts. That's what I'm trying to express here, the power and desire, two major things I think make a vampire.
If you don't like the title I thought it fitting considering the ending of the poem, it makes more sense.
Enjoy anyway. :-)
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Comments
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the moon up nigh, think you meant high.
yeah i like the title, i'll have to check out Anita Blake tho, is she adult or teen? idc, as long as theres not a buncha naked stuff i'll check it out, stuff like that gets on my nerves lol. good job and good luc
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