October 1998
This poem was inspired by Armand's words on Daniel in the book:
The Vampire Armand
Scarlet Nights by DaMoyre
Poem
Fantasy and Illusion
Come to an end.
Anger and Frustration
Take their place.The sweet elixir
Turning bitter
Life's passion,
Or is it hatred?,My angel of light
Is a true demon,
Trapped in a circle
Of blood thirst, murderBlurred vision,
A butcher's knife.
I kiss my victims,
Every scarlet nightA blood drinker
A killer for all eternity
A monster who haunts the night
A dream of the past, my nightmare.Alone at dusk
I'm cold inside
A broken heart has left,
My demon lover.
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