The Damned - by Peter Charles Turner

Shadows fall across the dusty floor
Footsteps echo through the old church hall
I stand, this vision in black at the open door
Looking in but banished for evermore
Candles burn slowly in lines along the wall
Pews lined up like soldiers waiting for war
Motionless and lifeless like the ones who fall
For many centuries I have seen this all before
Mortal men left slain for the sake of war
Eliminated like a plague when my hunger calls
I stand in silence; visions pass through my mind
I am the darkness in places the sun cannot find
My eternal lust for blood burns from deep within
The nocturnal predator with murder as my sin
Damned to walk the lands for this eternal night
I cause the utmost fear and pain for my own delight
Under the silence of the tranquil moon above me
My only friend in this hell of a life bestowed upon me.

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