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Come to me, little mortal
I can bring you to heaven's portal
There'll be no sorrow, there'll be no pain
Feelings of joy will fill your brain
Come to me, sweet human thing
Give me your heart and I'll make it sing
Forget your fears, leave them behind
Forget the troubles of your kind
Come to me... yes, that's right
Now hold still, it's no good to fight
I'll take your blood, and leave you dying
A vampire's life cold and dark. A vampire's life a lonely existance.
My life is a hollow grave dead ground. The moon kisses while the sun stings and burns.
A vampire's life is dark and dence never dying but never seeing.
We are feared but then what do we fear? We have everything but it turns out we have nothing.
They want to be us, but in a vampire's life they want death.
I can bring you to heaven's portal
There'll be no sorrow, there'll be no pain
Feelings of joy will fill your brain
Come to me, sweet human thing
Give me your heart and I'll make it sing
Forget your fears, leave them behind
Forget the troubles of your kind
Come to me... yes, that's right
Now hold still, it's no good to fight
I'll take your blood, and leave you dying
A vampire's life cold and dark. A vampire's life a lonely existance.
My life is a hollow grave dead ground. The moon kisses while the sun stings and burns.
A vampire's life is dark and dence never dying but never seeing.
We are feared but then what do we fear? We have everything but it turns out we have nothing.
They want to be us, but in a vampire's life they want death.
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VAMPIRES
imagine when you walk through a area that has just see a blood bath, all you see in the dark is a group of vampires drinking the blood and tearing at the flesh just to get to the warm blood. You try not to scream or to alarm them of your presents. But you hear a snarl behind you then you feel a hot breath on your neck. Then you feel the sharp fangs tearing into your neck as the world starts to darken you just became part of their body count and the worst part is we drank your warm blood so you will join us.
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Vampires
Vampires.
The sun rises, From beyond the horizon,
Birds start to sing their dawn chorus;
The funeral march of vampires.
That will forever protect us.
They lay buried deep,
Down within their graves,
Trying to ignore that symphony that would accompany their death,
And resist their bloody craves.
They lick their fangs in satisfaction,
Picking flesh from their teeth,
Smiling oh so smugly,
As the humans don't know what lies beneath.
The sun reaches its high point in the sky,
They are cramping up with blood lust,
The wait is almost agonising,
But they know that their fate would still be dust.
Enter the night,
They hear he cry of t
Literature
Vampires
Vampires
Blood drips
From hollowed fangs
A chorus sings
Of days long gone
When the world
Was plagued by Us
The Immortals
Of a time now forgotten
Yes, my child
When We ruled
When We laughed at the heavens above
A time when We could hunt freely!
A time when rivers themselves streamed blood!
Yes, the age
Of when Vampires ruled
And all quivered
Under Our shadows
Under the night
In which We took flight
Feasting, hunting
On whomever We chose
Ah, the age
The lost age of Vampires...
It will soon come again.
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I loved vampires so much I decided to write poems about them.
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I love this...it seems like you thought this over alot..