DarkVortex
Novice
Poetry is when an emotion has found its thought and the thought has found words." -Robert Frost
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Post by DarkVortex on Jul 26, 2005 5:11:34 GMT -5
I am dead as dead can be for I am the light's enemy. One look into it's eyes will be the last that I see. I walk among your dreams and feed off your nightmares. For I am but the truth and all of your pitiful life's dares.
Hunted I am since I live a life only many can dream of. Feasting on the souls of the damned and the essence of young, virgin love. Heaven locks it's doors and hell holds no more room. For this life below the light and above the fire is my perpetual doom.
The horrifying tales are all true if that is what you believe. As truth holds only one son survived of Adam and Eve. So close your doors and your eyes as well. For when I am done with you, you'll enter the gates to my hell.
But don't be frightened, embrace the gift's of eternal life. It will end all of your pain and your everyday strife. Come forth into the seventh circle as your hunger will be fed. For you will discover the secrets of the night's kindred.
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