31-Oct-1995
To Seek the Dark Path by DaMoyre
Poem
When the sun goes down
And the skies get dark;
When the human eye
Cannot longer watch.Twinkling stars
Gracing the night,
Silence and peace,
Silvery light.Shadows of Death,
Blazing blood thirst,
Pearly white fangs,
Gleaming moonlight.Graceful silhouettes
And the scent of fear,
With agressive nature
The innocent kill.Crimsom, warm fluid
Flowing through my veins
Like a dashing river,
Passion with no end.Insatiable cravings
For love, warmth, understanding.
Meandering in the dark,
Night after night.The years go by,
Centuries pass.
Still seeking
The dark path.
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