The VampiresA Poem by PhoenixBook of poetry
Night falls,
darkness calls. A vampire walks the streets, blood is what she needs, peace is, what she's longing for. When she passes by your door, you won't realize who she is. You'll never learn she's this. A creature of the night, a victim of a fight, that lasts for years, that's cruel and caused tears. She's of our kind, she's one of us, if she dies, it's our loss. We're living like you are, we might be near or far. When we meet don't be afraid, what made us this, it was just fate. Believe us, we are serious, we're neither bad nor dangerous. © 2013 PhoenixAuthor's Note
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2 Reviews Added on April 1, 2013 Last Updated on April 1, 2013 Tags: poetry, just came to me AuthorPhoenixOttawa, ON, CanadaAboutMay redo Entered the Glare In Glass will be taking out a few other books since they are not doing so well on reviews. Till I know for sure there will be more readers to read them. But always going to .. more..Writing
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