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Vampire

Contributed by Rylo on Wednesday, 24th March 2004 @ 03:33:35 AM in AEST
Topic: DarkPoetry



As the night falls, and covers the sky.
I sit on rooftops, listening for cries.
I am watching all people, as they walk
on by, and not one can see me with the
naked eye.

For i do not have a soul, and i do not
have any feeling. However i do have a
craving. A craving for blood, and a
craving for lost souls.

I hear your cries, like no one else can.
Now you can see me if i let you, but
then i will evanescence into the air,
like i was never even there.

I take what i want, without a care in
the world. I will swoop in without
making a sound, then take my bite,
and leave you to fall to the ground.

After seventy-two hours, you too
will be what i am. Just an empty
corpse, who lives off the blood
of others.

Now some call me a demon,
others call me an evil spirit, but
i prefer to be called something
higher, like a vampire.




Copyright © Rylo ... [ 2004-03-24 03:33:35]
(Date/Time posted on site)





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Re: Vampire (User Rating: 1 )
by Kie on Wednesday, 24th March 2004 @ 11:07:17 AM AEST
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Hey Rylo welcome to YPDC! You know I have always been intrigued by vampires. Maybe close to an obsession, I dunno. I really enjoyed this poem and loved the last stanza. Kie


Re: Vampire (User Rating: 1 )
by shelby on Thursday, 25th March 2004 @ 03:55:53 PM AEST
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I come to bite your neck ahhhhh ha ha ha
great write!!
michelle


Re: Vampire (User Rating: 1 )
by Cynthia on Sunday, 11th April 2004 @ 11:16:39 PM AEST
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Rylo, this is a scary write. I enjoyed reading it. Excellent description. *S* Cynthia


Re: Vampire (User Rating: 1 )
by Vampirequeen on Saturday, 12th March 2005 @ 05:32:55 AM AEST
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lol i think we all have alittle of a obsession with vampires.awsome write.




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