The night is casted down
Over the horizon it hangs
Bats scream and moths flutter
A lonely girl walks down the sidewalk
The night is silent and peaceful
But something lurks with in the night
People say it's a myth
Some a legend
How do you not know if it's true
You don't have to see it to believe it
The girl stops
Her eyes are blue with a silver sliver in it
Her features are so built but yet small
But when she smiled
The bats went silent
The moths dispersed
The night seemed to stop
There stood a vampire
A pureblood
The most richest high-archery vampires know
Thirst to quench just the slightest sense
Yet an appetite to claim many
Her teeth white and bright
Not yet killed for tonight
She looked 18 but she was 356 years old
Wise and cunning
A wind shifted and the leaves blown
In a blink of an eye she vanished
The night went silent
The bats and moths resumed
The night continued and became occupied
The moon hung high
Tonight was a Blood Moon
Given the orders of night
High in the sky was pierced with the light
Red as blood
Thus tonight was the Blood Moon
Purebloods could thrive on tonight
Become the most powerful
But the girl did not
She awaited in the darkness controlling her thirst
When a cry ring out and pierced the sky as the night went silent, dead
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Short Poems
PoetryThis a book of short poems. Ranges from love, fantasy, depression, happiness and more! Tune in and keep reading. Every story is different and brings a different emotion.
