The darkness comes, feels like home.
We sit upon this mighty throne.
Cold, cold to the bone.
No hearts beat with us tonight.
The air is filled with fright.
Within the prey, it grows.
Blood, blood it flows.
A thousand year.
Still here.
Forever in our sights
Many, many nights.
A different kind of mind.
We are our own kind.
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Candle-lighted. I walk in the hallways. The mid-night. Is my time always. I am known as,. The queen of the night. Night is my reign. Night is when my light shines bright.
This was my inspiration for the series I wrote :) THE LISTENERS By Walter de la Mare "Is there anybody there?" said the Traveller, Knocking on the moonlit door; And his horse in the silence champed...
If you feel your pulse is quickening. Don't be too perturbed. If the atmosphere is thickening. There's something you've disturbed. Movements fleet and darting. All around the room.
A crooked plush face, And a Mona Lisa smile, Twenty seven stitches sitting, And a passion for beguile.
#nature. Scales of razors. Fangs of fright. Sinuous form. Eyes that invite. Your soul from your body. Your heart from you head. He slithers down tree trunk. upon your deathbed. Eyes like jewels.
Shining raven hair cascades like crystal water down her slim back. Glistening sapphire eyes pierce the obsidian night. Gleaming golden constellations shimmer onto the vibrant earth.
The vampire watched the shadows lengthen and dart across the room. He knew the dawn was coming and could see the sun's rays loom. A thousand years of darkness was a thousand years too much.
Creep through the twilight woods, Full of iridescent illusions, Darkness laced around your hood. A night of hunting has begun, Full of moonlit mysteries, Where sense becomes undone.
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