11-Nov-1995
The Call of Death by DaMoyre
Poem
Dusk and all is well.
Deep, dark eyes regard the earth.
Outside, the weak and the weary
Awaiting the call of Death.But tonight, the undead celebrate,
Hunger for young flesh!
The ancient one closes his eyes,
Sends his message to the world.A wolf howling to the moon.
Stars shining in the skies,
The black velvet of the night,
Obscuring the city lights.Green eyes reflecting the ocean;
Blond mane, the color of gold;
Thin lips, a graceful figure,
Responding to his call.She listens as she walks,
She's frightened, but she goes.
Young maiden lively and fresh,
Rushing to her grave.Open arms of Gentleman Death
Embracing the tender figure,
Soon the pain will go away,
He whispers in her ear.Oblivion, happiness...
As he sinks his fangs on her neck.
Peace and rest, love me till the end
Dusk and all is well.
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