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

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