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Centuries I live and forever more,
Alone and forbbiden from light.
Nothing but cold, I stand in shadow,
People frightened by my sight.
A fair lady sees past the pale
And into my still beating heart.
...Could this be love I feel?
What is this beautiful piece of art?
We escaped together hand in hand.
Only now can I experience feeling.
Light may ignite me to ashes,
But her love is there for healing.
Her family and friends disagree.
How could I ever do the things they accuse?
I, too, can experience emotions.
My love, I will not lose.
In the bright of day, they steal her.
Kill her, I could not stop her death.
Rage consumes my eternal soul.
My one and only has lost all breath.
...Track them down.
Kill them all.
My revenge will be felt.
They will surely fall.
Wipe my tears as I smear their blood.
The wall covered with stain.
God is dead, and in his place
The demon defining pain.
Alone and forbbiden from light.
Nothing but cold, I stand in shadow,
People frightened by my sight.
A fair lady sees past the pale
And into my still beating heart.
...Could this be love I feel?
What is this beautiful piece of art?
We escaped together hand in hand.
Only now can I experience feeling.
Light may ignite me to ashes,
But her love is there for healing.
Her family and friends disagree.
How could I ever do the things they accuse?
I, too, can experience emotions.
My love, I will not lose.
In the bright of day, they steal her.
Kill her, I could not stop her death.
Rage consumes my eternal soul.
My one and only has lost all breath.
...Track them down.
Kill them all.
My revenge will be felt.
They will surely fall.
Wipe my tears as I smear their blood.
The wall covered with stain.
God is dead, and in his place
The demon defining pain.
Literature
Dracula's Bride
She trembled
with anticipation,
how pale and pleading
her blue eyes as she watched
from behind her veil of fright,
and yet, within, her heart beat
faster for the desire of the cold touch
of his fingers against her supple fair flesh.
She was captivated
and yet imprisoned,
wondering, wanting,
like a gravitational pull
drawn by indivisible force
towards him, always propelled,
and still it seemed repulsed,
a rabbit within a snare
panic infused wanting to flee,
but yielding to the ruby red
of his lips.
Always regretting
that world of warmth
and life, of which she walked away,
and ever knowing
that death foreve
Literature
Vampires
Vampires.
The sun rises, From beyond the horizon,
Birds start to sing their dawn chorus;
The funeral march of vampires.
That will forever protect us.
They lay buried deep,
Down within their graves,
Trying to ignore that symphony that would accompany their death,
And resist their bloody craves.
They lick their fangs in satisfaction,
Picking flesh from their teeth,
Smiling oh so smugly,
As the humans don't know what lies beneath.
The sun reaches its high point in the sky,
They are cramping up with blood lust,
The wait is almost agonising,
But they know that their fate would still be dust.
Enter the night,
They hear he cry of t
Literature
Vampires
Vampires are the creatures of night,
Whose kiss is an eternal bite,
They'll feast on blood until the dawn,
For in the sunlight they will be gone.
Some fear them yet some do not,
Those who love them have never been caught,
For when you're turned and dead for good,
That can put you in a horrible mood.
As the undead they cannot die,
Not even when choked with a tie,
There are only afew things you can do,
But best to send a hunter to do this for you.
They will stake them in the heart,
It's almost a slaying form of art,
Then the vampire will turn to ash,
And the rest of them will try to dash.
But not all vampires are as evil as you
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