Creature of the dark, Creeping behind the silhouette of night,
Plummeting your teeth in earthly flesh,
Craving crimson streams running through fresh veins.
Sipping at souls of mortal beings,
Eternally seeking to quench thy thirst,
Cold heart, not one beat left,
Plagued immortality of the living dead.
Shedding goodness, flaking deceit,
Forever beset to shun the sun,
Infinity fade with a piercing stake,
Driven into your lifeless chest.
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© Sherine Meshad, 4 Jan 2006
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