This is a poem about a Vampire.
Thirst of a Vampire
Sitting under the moonlit night, waiting for my first bite
Wondering how this could be, not sure how this happened to me
All I can remember is being with the love of my life, when they took me in as their wife
Then one day they ebraced me and when I awoke I had bites on my neck
They left and never came back, why I still do not know, but the marks are there for show
Craving for the thirst of blood, I must be a vampire now
Looking into the mirror, there is no reflection
Just do not know what to do now, I am still waiting in the night
I can not walk during the day, I must return to my lair, as I close my coffin away from the light
Alone and saddened, awaiting for my next meal,cramping for the thirst of blood
As I know when the moon shows I will not be hungry anymore
I have to sleep during the day, because I feel oh so drained
During the night I can walk alone, for it seems to not bother me
I sit and listen to the sounds of happiness during the day, wondering when that will be me
But I know this could never be
So I will wait in the night for this is the thirst of a vampire
Poetry by Keiko
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Written on 2012-02-09 at 05:42
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