Night falls like a curtain,
waking me from sleep
Darkness clamors with my breath,
time is right to reap
Absconding with their essence,
damning souls to hell
Draining them till they run dry,
I love that crimson smell
Ascending on my victim,
covered in my blackened shroud
I carry out my wicked deed,
of which I am avowed
Death comes as a struggle,
when they learn to serve the night
A member of the clan undead,
not fearful or contrite
Servitude your reasons,
as you harvest darkened dew
Left recoiling from your heinous crimes,
thousands you’ve subdued
Families have been whittled down,
whole towns have been lost
A feeding frenzy in the eve,
mortality the cost
To gently stroke her gorgeous hair,
kiss her on the neck
Leaving them in a sweaty heap,
no one goes unchecked
An army we are building,
for the oncoming Lycan fight
We indoctrinate our soldiers,
from the slightest bite
As the dark lord calls to us,
we heed the battle cry
Be it Lycan or a worthless soul,
by morn they all will die
Author notes
Prompt: Vampires Artwork:Handsome_guy_by_Keun_chulatdeviantart.com (184 words)
A contest entry
- Dark/Creative writes anyone??? by wildflower..
1000 points, ended February 14, 2009, 35 entries
Silver trophy winner
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Comments
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Whoa, this is haunting and beautiful at the same time. Flawless flow and rhyme, and so detailed in wording that I felt I was there. Bravo! Thank you for entering and good luck! 
♥ Kathraina -
wow this is amazing
i really enjoyed reading this
good luck in the contest
thanks for sharing
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