Creatures of the night
Dwelling in places with absence of light
Exquisite species they are
For they have lived long and travelled far
Is it true that they quiver at garlic?
Is it true that they hate the cross?
Is it true that their wounds can close with a lick?
Is it true that they are their own boss?
Superhuman strength, yes, it's granted upon them
Extended livelihood is blessed upon them
But that does not mean they can't bleed and feel pain
But that does not mean they can't wish to die and end this cursed bane
Fiction will tell you they are handsome by all means
When actually they are just like you and me
Fiction will announce they will sprout bat wings and fly
When actually they walk and run just to get by
They thirst for the blood of the living
For they are dead, no more breathing
They hunt daily to not lose control, to go out of hand
For when starved of the crimson, it may be the end
I did this poetry in relation to one of my fanfiction pieces which is currently in process. Guess what's it about?Labels: Poetry, Vampires
Signed Off @ 10:35 PM
ayrie//:39
