Gothic Poetry

What I Really Am...

In the light of the moon

On this dark clear night

My mind seems to change

And my soul takes flight

The blanket of earth

Which I like to call home

Fails to comfort me

As my body seems to roam

A hunger deep inside of me

Takes over my feelings

Looking for inner peace

To quench this dark being

Peace will come to me

When the hunger is done

But who on this night

Shows comfort when its gone

Passion or emotion

Which feeling is right

For when the light comes

Will tell my story of the night

Death does come

On the wings of night

To cause mortals fear

With a single bite

To feed and feel

The passion that's drained

A lifeless soul

Which another I have claimed