midnight draws closer
the shadows await
for the right time
to awake
the moon is full
the body full of blood
the church bell rings
atlast the feast begin
as we rise
from our coffins
we rage to the blood
thats when midnight comes to an end
A contest entry
- Supernatural by DeathuponTyne.
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Comments
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OH MY GOSH YOU ARE THE BEST 8 YEAR OLD POET IVE EVER READ!!!!! YOU ARE BETTER THAN LOTS OF ADULTS ON HERE THAT IVE READ! GREAT POEM!


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Different write. A bit cliched prehaps, but nice and dark. Not many people stick to the original vampire stuff.


