As day turns to night, and the sun disappears,
I leave the safety of my hidden place
And fly into the night.
I fly on black, silent wings,
Moving me with ease through the air.
Looking down, I see a world below me,
That is dying.
They kill each other for no reason.
But I can stop that!
I can make it that they live forever.
As I land amongst them
And feed on their blood,
My fangs deep in their veins,
They become as immortal as I.
I am sated for another night.
I spread my wings and fly back to my hidden place,
Returning to the safety of my tomb for another day,
Until the sun leaves the sky,
When once more I go into the darkness,
Where I may seek you out.
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Author:
Goldfinch60 (Pseudonym) (
Offline) - Published: January 3rd, 2023 02:16
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- Category: Gothic
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Comments6
A bad hair day - or bad hair night?! lol. I thought I saw this being, but then it was KP without her make-up on! heehee.
I AM BEHIND YOU!!!
You in pantomime? lol.
Having first read this while getting dressed, I must no half heartedly confess,
you near scared me shirtless 🙂
I hope the shirt went on eventually after you recovered Neville. 😈😈😈
Andy
Dark is the word. Nature has a way of working things out but wow. A very haunting poem. Well done
Thank you soren, much appreciated.
Andy
A tinge of Vincent Price there Andy... bats and fangs and sanguine images flutter about.
Thank you Rik.
Andy
The freedoms & joys of being an emancipated & carnivorous raven!
Very true Eugene, thank you.
Andy
Woah, this is so good, especially with the music behind it
Thank you M.E.M.
Andy
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