I walk amongst you night and day.
Taking lives my toll to pay.
My immortal breath paid by blood.
Immortality Satan gave yet God judged.
Born in 1865 yet died 18 years later.
Trapped in a world full of ghosts.
From the past, lonely and grazing.
On lives worth taking.
Lonely and waiting.
On those like me long lived and crazy.
Am I the only one.
Who took the deal from the Devil signed and done.
I can't take back my deal.
I can't turn back the wheel.
As I watched those I loved stay and die.
While never really saying goodbye.
Nothing more Satan can take.
Nothing God can break.
My life wasted living as this demon.
This demon known as the Vampire Drasken.
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The Beauty of Written Word
PoetryThis is a book full of poetry that I have written, they will be random not followed by a theme. You must express yourself and free yourself from negativity I do this by writting poems.
