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It is I, Derilda, the vampire of legends
They say you have to be dead to be a legend
Well, I guess I already fill that requirement
But let me take some time, to tell you about
How I came to be what I am today

I was born to Lavinia Amherst on December 19th, 1892
We both lived in a run-down house in old London
The floors were rotten almost completely, and
Wallpaper with faded floral symbols was peeling off the moldy wall
It was the best life style, but it was all we could meet the expense of

Finding jobs that would pay was very hard here
Or at least for someone of my social standing
Our garden was our only rescue
Every season when the Foxgloves would bloom
I would take a bundle, and sell them on the streets
Very little is what I would bring home

Since my mother was sick, I was to do the buying
It hurt me to leave my mother, but we need food
Sellers lined the crowded streets, sticking their food in hungry faces
The bread and water was what I set out to buy
Yes, sweet salvation that I was tempted to eat, but I always kept it back

When I stepped through the broken door, I hear no coughing
My mother had a chronic cough, suddenly my heart
Started beating faster then it ever had before
I sped upstairs so fast, that the stairs themselves started breaking
A creamy hand I saw in the darkness of the room

Right then I knew, I had lost her to illness
My legs fell under me, like they were hit with a stick
I help my dead mother in my trembling arms
Tears were falling like a continuous rainstorm
I felt her soul lift, and the angels took her into heaven

When I released her, I noticed that in her
Short, brown hair was dried blood covered her locks
How strange it was, and my heart went racing again
My legs had finally show some life and I then stood up
I went to pull the curtains cord and noted blood on my hand

The blood I found was were I was holding my mother
Holding her neck, I moved her hair off her shoulders
My eyes widened at the sight of two, medium sized holes in her small neck
A cloud of fear entangled me as I heard a voice behind me
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Derilda: So It Begins...
Date: Friday, 1st July 2005 @ 03:57:46 PM AEST
Topic: Sad Poetry

Contributed By: Crimson_Rose
Hello, to you the readers of this
It is I, Derilda, the vampire of legends
They say you have to be dead to be a legend
Well, I guess I already fill that requirement
But let me take some time, to tell you about
How I came to be what I am today

I was born to Lavinia Amherst on December 19th, 1892
We both lived in a run-down house in old London
The floors were rotten almost completely, and
Wallpaper with faded floral symbols was peeling off the moldy wall
It was the best life style, but it was all we could meet the expense of

Finding jobs that would pay was very hard here
Or at least for someone of my social standing
Our garden was our only rescue
Every season when the Foxgloves would bloom
I would take a bundle, and sell them on the streets
Very little is what I would bring home

Since my mother was sick, I was to do the buying
It hurt me to leave my mother, but we need food
Sellers lined the crowded streets, sticking their food in hungry faces
The bread and water was what I set out to buy
Yes, sweet salvation that I was tempted to eat, but I always kept it back

When I stepped through the broken door, I hear no coughing
My mother had a chronic cough, suddenly my heart
Started beating faster then it ever had before
I sped upstairs so fast, that the stairs themselves started breaking
A creamy hand I saw in the darkness of the room

Right then I knew, I had lost her to illness
My legs fell under me, like they were hit with a stick
I help my dead mother in my trembling arms
Tears were falling like a continuous rainstorm
I felt her soul lift, and the angels took her into heaven

When I released her, I noticed that in her
Short, brown hair was dried blood covered her locks
How strange it was, and my heart went racing again
My legs had finally show some life and I then stood up
I went to pull the curtains cord and noted blood on my hand

The blood I found was were I was holding my mother
Holding her neck, I moved her hair off her shoulders
My eyes widened at the sight of two, medium sized holes in her small neck
A cloud of fear entangled me as I heard a voice behind me
The voice was saying me name, Derilda…Derilda…

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