Poetry



The darkness calls my name,
It beckons to my soul,
A spirit cries for freedom, a spirit light can't hold.
I yern to see the moon,
Let the dark caress my face,
I shiver with sheer ectasy,
When it is darkness that I taste
Then dusk turns to dawn,
And the devil is to blame,
For night time in my daytime
And Vampire is my name..

Author: Amaranth



Dawn


Eternal darkness, forever night
Mere serenity, essence of peace
Shimmering flicker of candle light
Desire of life, shall never cease
Lost innocence, lust to bite
Never aged-yet never young
Dawn approacheth, remain from sight
Those taken shall go unsung.

Author: Zerokama



Untittled


I crave the moonlight
It fills my soul with a power I do not know
I do not fight
The urge to kill my next unsuspecting foe
I feel there essance
Corsing within my vains there life so stil
I feel it's presance I slowly let them go for I've had my fill

I live, I command, I am power, and I must kill again
For in this darkned night I kill and stand
Laughing at the darkness of the night
into it I take flight
New life, that now flows within me
My power unending like the blankend sea
So it is for now and so shall it forever be


Author: Unknown



Untittled


Sometimes
I wake up and the Darkness fills my eyes.
The world is gone.
Nobody is here to hold me to love me to caress me in my time of need.
So I shall endure the darkness with open arms.
Waiting
Watching
Alone


Author: Deidre



A pale rose


Through the shadowed forest I walked.
The path led straight.
A clearing revealed.
In it sat a weeded grove.
At its center a single bloom,
a red rose,
struggling towards the needed light.
I reached down to grasp its pale beauty.
A silence froze.
I pulled it forth,
thorns biting fleshy hand.
The redness ran across withered leafs.
Like tears of blood.
The rose fell on the weeded ground.
The shadows laughed.
The redness ran down pale cheek.
My tears of blood.
Through the shadowed wood I ran.


Author: Jon-Robert Barger



A World Without


What is a world without hope?
What is a world without sorrow?
It is nothing but a world of
Mice and men,
That lives on in chaos.

What is a world without love?
What is a world without evil?
It is nothing but a world of
Mice and men,
That lives on in pain.

Mice and men,
Thats all we are
As we scramble on.
Trying to live,
To die,
And be what we were not
Meant to be.

And as we sit
With our heads bent down,
And our souls defeated.
We find that life is a lie
That hides the true meaning of death.

What is a world without tenderness?
What is a world without suffering?
It is nothing but a world of
Mice and men,
That shall live on indefinitly.


Author: Jill Metzler



The Vampire's Call


Welcome to my web.
My love is kept within.
Just open up the door and come inside.
But let me tell you this.
If I should steal a kiss.
Then the joy, which is your life, would be declined.
For nothing in this world could thrill you like this girl.
"And nothing ever will." Was my reply.


The Parkway's Garden Path


A man beheld a maid on a parkway's garden path.
On an evening when the night was full of stars.
Everywhere you looked the blossoms in full bloom.
Smells sweet like honeysuckle
and the lilacs overpowered.

A maid beheld a man on a parkway's garden path.
On an evening when the night was full of stars.
When their eyes met it seemed that time stood still
and they would have all of eternity.

They wished for each other- and they longed for forever
but they never-ever-ever, no they never got together.

So the next time you go walking down a parkway's garden path,
and the sky is clear and oh so full of stars.
Be careful what you wish for,
Be careful who you long for,
For eternity is far too long to roam this earth alone.


Author: Black Diamond



Night


When night reveals its splendor
It is so tender.
To me night is the time of day,
when all your problems just float away.
We dream of sweetness so pure,
we forget the pain we can't endure.
To many people night is just dark,
but to me it's like a brand new start.


From Past to Future


As the sun goes down,
The moon shall rise,
The clouds will hide all other light.
In the darkness of the full moon,
We will know what terror comes soon.
They shall all die on that night,
And from the ashes we shall rise.
We shall bring back to earth what belongs.
Hell shall rise from it's grave,
along with all it's demons.
And once again their world shall be ours.


Author: Julie Desrochers


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