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Meeting With A Vampire

A table with books of poetry for sale.

Verse by verse I shelter my room in black,

In many forms and stories I feel my life is under attack.

The rooms close in and I know not where to be found,

But then I see ghouls, goblins and vampires in my surround.

I feel the taste of blood on my lips so passionate and discreet,

I humble myself slaying the demons beyond my tiny little feet.

The angel of darkness seems to come in a matter of time tis true,

I live in my cemetery grounds where you can find me too.

Once I paraded a life that I could call out as my very own,

But slashing demons for fun wasn't much of a place to be alone.

I fell in deep love with one that I should have come into contact with,

But some think it up as a story which has not turned into a myth.

I know the darkness befalls on my humble and deep passionate soul,

I feel the dark corners covering me whole.

So when you can't find me just call to the moon and I'll get the call,

I will hear your screams by the time night falls.

Scream into the night and my name will be the voice that you want heard,

As though a song from the dying so crisp word per word.

I will stop in my tracks to help you in all duties to be read,

Just humble me still with your pages of poetry to me and I'll be fed!

  • Author: Marianne Trox
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