Poem #8
Vampiric Majesty-
A Pale Silver Moon
Rose above the ground
Revealing the true identity
Of all who were around
The Pale White Flesh
The Sharp Point Teeth
The Eyes that’ve see centuries
The Creatures from beneath
No Beating Heart
No Veins pulsing blood
No more alive
Steps without a thud
Memories of the ages
A sweeping of the years
Legends that fill pages
A combination of all your fears
They stalk the night
Yet none prevail
They sleep through day
Behind the silken veil