When all is dark and still,
Emerges the king of night
With bloodthirst in his eyes,
A forlorn prisoner'f light.
His heart is lost in black,
mind is wan and pale
The white fangs drippin' off blood,
sing his undying vicious tale
A vampire in the silent valley
Out for a silent hunt,
Drains his victim out'f gore,
And leaves'em lying blunt
And albeit he's free of soul,
Yet in shackles of fate.
For, the metallic elixir of life,
For aye be his bait.
A vagabond of shades and shadows,
A beguiling predator of night
A vampire in the silent valley,
A living cadaver's spite.
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The Notes On A Heartstring
ŞiirA splendid collection of chasmic poetries, encompassing rhythmical words stringed into threads of overflowing emotions, that arise from the notes of a heartstring giving a reminiscent impression of serenity. Highest Rankings- WINNER- THE AESTHETIC...
