Roaming the streets out late,
caught inside my hunter state.
In this alley, I await.
It's my wings, I delate.
Pearl white skin used as bait.
Claws and teeth to mutilate.
Took daytime to meditate.
Your body I shall desecrate.
Your blood I shall abate.
For at night you can't equate.
So look at me and accept your fate!
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Author:
Zojinjo (
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- Comment from author about the poem: A poem about a Vampire, who goes out into the night, hunting down another prey, with all he can use.
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Comments2
Whoa!! I love this poem the last line was perfect!!
Thanks, glad you like it!
Whoa....creepy! The image made me wonder and the poem explained it...how awful and horrifying!...Help!....but it's too late! Excellent! (Remind me to stay safely at home at night.)
Eerily, I think you seriously hit the mark, describing wickedness.
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