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Poetry By: nid

dark gothic horror visits booksie once again.....

Submitted:May 26, 2009    Reads: 5,421    Comments: 46    Likes: 11   

It is a night of ghostly pain
A song of evil desire,
Dark shadows rise up
It's the time of terror!
Werewolves vent their solitude.
Demons are paralyzed
Ghosts are lamenting
The baby girl

Sin shrouds her stalking form,
a lurking wanting.

Her raven hair cascades over
pale shoulders, and her
Crimson lips part slightly, to taste the
red tears streaming from the pale flesh lying beneath her.
This is her first kill!
I close my eyes,
And curse myself
For becoming the victim of her own thirst!

Now a night of darkness,
I weep!



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