A tale or a dream Her other life seemed As she slunk through the shadows of night. Barely remembered, That fateful November, When dark swallowed all of the light. The bite. The pain spreading through her The poisonous fangs dripping red. As twilight consumed her She looked at what doomed her, And these are the words that it said: Creature of night, Take heart, Take flight. You’re free now to do what you will. No morals, no life, To live out in strife, Your pleasure will come from the kill. As she had been fated, She gorged and she sated Her thirst on the blood of the living. Warm, dark and red, The innocent bled, Unaware of the curse they were giving. Unliving. She longed for the killing, And in each waking moment it grew. The feeling of spite For all that was right As her soul frosted over anew. So now in the dark She waits for the spark Of a life that is ripe for the taking. She longs for the day And she can’t get away From a trance that’s not sleeping or waking. Lonely, She wonders if only The kiss of the sun would bring peace. And so, come the morning Despite instinct’s warning, She will lie down and hope for release.
Posted on: Tue, 24 Sep 2013 20:01:16 +0000
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