Sharp fangs, shining in the moonlight,
for the living creatures, causing a fright...
Vampires of the mist are in bloodlust,
to drink fluid of life, they must...
Not for them your pity and tears shed,
through the death continue their life undead...
Things for yourself just easy to make,
give your blood, let them your life take...
Let go of your life, they drink away your pain,
then you are not lost, alone, in this vain...
Your soul, your life, for them just to give,
join them, with them in death forever you live...
This poem is by SorrowMan http://www.sorrowman.org/dark-poetry/gothic-poetry-by-sorrowman.html
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