A vampire crashed my weddingA Poem by Luna Lucretia LawsonHe stood among the risen dead, his fangs soaked blood red, a king of evil and of dread, his eyes turned black as he fed, the souls that once bled, who were so easily misled, He sunk his fangs inside her neck as she pled, but her soul belonged to him instead, as she lay silently on her deathbed, all that remained was bloodshed, and a crimson blotched veil as thin as thread, a priest his cross and looked ahead, the vampire flew as he fled in the sky's overhead.
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AuthorLuna Lucretia Lawsonlittlehampton, United KingdomAboutHey my name is Luna, i am 19 and i like writing, drawing and painting and reading, i like manga and anime also i love video games. I love doing research on mythology, languages superpowers. My favori.. more..Writing
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