You are the night
that i shall fear to see
when out comes the light
but i forget
by then you need disapper
and i am left
wondering, standing here
your eyes so shell like and vacant
and your skin ice cold
you look so young
but your knowledge speaks so old
do you really thirst for my blood?
or do you run in fear of this love?
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Hello Lorena, I like your vamp poem very much. I see you also have a good line about the eyes. Eyes facinate me on anyone, they really are the window to the soul arn't they, or the window to an inner space where the soul should be! you write this as though you have truly had dealings with the undead! well done x.