The sun disappears when the moon shines high
As creatures stir in the shadow of the night
In abandoned homes where those monsters lie
Dreams are forgotten when he takes up flight
His fangs will be bared and blood shall be spilled
Where even heaven’s light cannot be shared
Leaves them for dead when his stomach is filled
Love does not reach his heart, he never cared
He walks in the alleys where light is low
His victim, she walks in the deathly breeze
Her fate becomes swift when she sees her foe
Never knew the hurt before his hand seized
He lurks just behind, waiting for his kill
Her sweet and innocent blood he will spill.
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To Write On My Heart
PoésieA mirror to her soul. Look into her eyes for there is the key. Her heart is locked and I you won't ever know who she really is. The soul is the reason you take a chance on her because to know who she really is, is magic. So look into her eyes, and g...
